Last night my sister took part in a firewalk. She was kinda nervous about it, but handled it well. When the moment came, everyone lined up and chanted, then they started walking, one by one, across the glowing embers. I stood, camera in hand, waiting for her turn, peering through the darkness. Then there she was.
There was something very spiritual and moving about the whole thing. We had been there for about 2 hours watching the fire die down, listening to the chanting, then watching them walk on fire. It was emotional and moving and uplifting and exhilarating for those who watched, I can only imagine what it must’ve been like to participate.