Like myself, so many women find this to be a proudly healing and empowering act.
We’re so often told not to feel, not to express… fitting ourselves into roles within patriarchal society that don’t adequately honour our natural cycles and the feminine.
I find it a wonderful way to destress, let off steam, connect with my femininity, my primal nature and go wild!
What a relief to take off the ‘good girl’ mask… oof!
Fire dance for me is a space where I can feel, fall in love with my body again, dance my ass off, and connect to what is sacred… to Mother Earth, to the elements, to fire as a sacred guide for transformation.
Our fire dance location is beautiful, surrounded by lush trees, often with a clear night sky, and at the moment, the sound of the gushing creek.
So many women (including myself) love to dance for the trees, with the trees, under the stars… remembering we are part of this universal weaving again.
So much of my stagnancy burns away and is purified in the holy fire, it is like we become the puja!
Art: Valery Kosorukov
Not to mention, the power of doing this in sisterhood. Witnessed by other women, in our primal beauty. Sometimes howling, sometimes sobbing. Sometimes dancing with wild abandon and elation.
As we’re dancing to our own rhythm, we tune in to our bodies. Guided by our own impulses, our body’s wishes, our desires. We find ourselves led by our hips, by our breasts and yonis and wombs. By our hearts. Our sensuality comes online again, we stoke the inner fire as much as the outer fire. Enriching our womanly beauty and our fertility.
Sometimes we dance with and for our ancestors, perhaps our recent mothers or grandmothers, tempered by patriarchy, who could not dance these ancient rites themselves. The soma remembers those grandmothers in our lineage who danced by the fire, whose lifeblood still flows in our veins.
When I enter trance in events like these, I often feel that ancient pulse guiding me, mysteriously. Yet so powerfully. Often my movements become otherworldly, like some ancient song spontaneously sung through me, and all my body can do is follow.
We reconnect with Body, with Spirit. With the Cosmos… with something much vaster than ourselves.
Our souls landing in our bodies again. Ahhhhh!
The next day, I feel so pure, so energised. It is such a letting go of what is not needed, such a shedding of skins. Ha ha, and yes I was born in the Year of the Fire Snake!
And it’s funny… I was so drawn to the Rollright Stones in my younger years, growing up in England not far away. There’s a vibrant, potent cauldron of energy there.
Now I know why.
Sister, you’d be so welcome. Come join us, in one of our forthcoming fire ceremonies.
Or if you’re not near us, but hold a women’s circle… why not invite us!
Let’s make more fire dances happen, all over the world, and restore this ancient rite for our health, and the fertility of ourselves and the world.
What’s the history of fire dance?
Sources:
Wikipedia, Fire Worship
Life.com, The Wonderful World of Witches
History.com
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