Pin It

Trial by Fire 

A sole-searching stroll sparks burning questions

It's a Saturday evening and I'm standing barefoot in a Franklin County field with a dozen other unshod women and men. It's dark, and we're holding hands in a circle, chanting. In a few minutes, those of us who want to will be walking on hot coals. I feel as if I should be in Fiji or India, flanked by fakirs and readying my soul for purification. But the locale is Fairfax, my co-chanters have day jobs ranging from acupuncturist to AmeriCorps, and the path I'm readying my soles for is strictly secular. We're nearing the final, scorching steps of a workshop offered by Sarah Bolton, certified firewalking instructor.

At the center of our configuration, a man and a woman rearrange a bonfire, readying it for the walk. Grimacing and ducking their heads in the heat, they use a long-handled rake and a shovel to push the uneven ember-ridden remains of birch logs to one side, then pat the remaining briquet-sized coals into a long, rectangular strip. When they're finished, an eight-foot smoldering sidewalk is etched in the damp lawn. At its edges, blades of grass wither from the heat, shrinking like singed hair. The rake and shovel, cooling in a basin of water, emit sharp twin hisses.

Once she puts her shovel down, the woman joins the circle and declares the fire "open." My throat constricts and my chanting dies to a sorry gurgle.

When I first heard about firewalking in Vermont, I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. Firewalks have become popular in the past 30 years, glowing everywhere from corporate seminars to summer camps. Bolton is amply qualified to preside over our coal bed. She's a 27-year-old massage therapist, ropes-course instructor and assistant chiropractor who was trained at the Firewalking Institute of Research and Education by the "father of fire-walking in America." Tolly Burkan and his then-wife Peggy Dylan developed the core seminar that shapes the lessons offered by F.I.R.E instructors today.

Over the phone earlier in the week, Bolton described the firewalk as an opportunity to "realize our power." The practice appeals to her for the same reasons she's attracted to the ropes course: She's interested in getting people in touch with their full potential, and dealing with fear is a part of that process. "It's not my place to dispel that fear, but to change the relationship to it," Bolton told me.

In advance of my own walk, I also talked to another F.I.R.E.-certified instructor, Maura Cullen, who will be leading a workshop at Bolton later this month. Cullen, who has been a sky diver, sees the firewalk as a valuable tool for experiential learners. As a long-time counselor and diversity-workshop leader, she's keenly aware that what goes on in the mind matters. "What people say to you can be hurtful," she pointed out. "But what you tell yourself can be devastating."

What you tell yourself can also give you the oomph to get where you want to go, she said. Cullen worked on a book for 10 years, but was unable to summon the determination and confidence to complete it. After attending a firewalk last September, she attacked the project and got it done. Now she's in search of a publisher.

Firewalk instructors and veterans believe the stroll across the coals is a kind of reprogramming short-cut that enables people to make dramatic changes in their lives. It gets people to realize that their limits are more flexible than they might have imagined. "If we can walk over hot coals and not burn our feet," Cullen mused, "what else are we capable of doing?"

The attention necessary for this kind of self-help is considerable, and that's where the firewalk comes in, Cullen said. "When you're faced with a bed of coals at 1200 degrees Fahrenheit, it's amazing how much you'll focus."

No one disputes that walking over fire unscathed is possible -- the bulk of participants in the U.S. have crisscrossed coals without significant injury. The disagreements arise over how it is possible. Skeptics focus on physics. One theory says that evaporating moisture from the bottom of the foot forms a vaporous shield that keeps feet from direct contact with the coals. The so-called Leiden-frost Effect can be observed in the skittering of a drop of water on a sufficiently hot frying pan; it takes longer to evaporate than when it is in direct contact with the pan at lower temperatures. Others claim that coals are poor conductors of heat.

Neither argument seems to fully explain firewalking, as Burkan argues on his website. The Leidenfrost Effect does not always seem to work, as some walkers do get blisters and burns on their feet. The real variable, many instructors argue, is in the human mind.

The hours leading up to the Fairfax firewalk are spent coasting through concepts like "FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real"; "Pay Attention... to what's really going on"; and "Expect the Best." We bend steel rebar with our necks and are encouraged to listen to our inner voices. Maps of the foot's reflexology regions are passed out, along with waiver forms. The lessons presented seem significant but vague, and they skitter briefly through my brain before evaporating, like a Leidenfrosty water droplet on a primed frying pan.

"There's really no practical application for walking on fire," Bolton says, just before we head out to the waiting coals. "It's not about walking on the fire; it's about listening to your inner voice." If that inner voice is screaming at you to not step on the coals, it's good to heed that advice and not step on the coals. But that's a valuable exercise, Bolton reassures us. "Even if you just watch people, you're going to have an amazing experience."

On my way to the fire my confidence dissolves. I begin clutching and releasing the pens in my pocket apprehensively. I watch as two women walk briskly across the coals. The first is grim-faced, the second serene. Their footprints glow bright orange. A minute later I'm taking my own fiery steps.

Either I'm not focusing properly or I'm feeling conflicted -- not having fully committed to physics or psychology -- but four steps into the glowing coal bed, it hits me: Ow! Hot! SHIT! I bite my lip and continue across, jumping into a pan of water at the opposite end.

Poker-faced, I rejoin the circle and keep chanting, now slightly off-key. After a few minutes I turn my feet up to look at them, but in the dim light of the coals I can't see anything amiss. Whew, I think. I did it!

One by one, the other workshop participants amble through the embers; some go through a second time. It strikes me that I can't remember much from my first trip, so I decide to do it again, too.

I stand at the edge of the fire and regard the hot embers. My feet still smart, but I want to be able to say with some sensory acuity what the coals felt like under my feet. I take a step. The coals sting like jellyfish, and crunch and shift like popcorn under my bare feet.

Once off the fire, though, my feet feel fine again, and I wallow briefly in the surprising satisfaction of having walked across burning coals. Back inside, everyone compares sensations and feet. Most are unscathed.

But during the wrap-up talk, I become increasingly agitated. My feet, now resting on a cool wood floor, begin to burn intensely. I go to the bathroom and contort myself for some intense sole-searching. My right foot is speckled with shiny scales -- the imprints of coals on calluses. Milky blisters push out of the soft flesh under the big toe and in the arch. It looks ugly and traumatized -- basically, like what you'd expect of a foot that stepped briefly in something very hot. My left foot, however, is perfectly fine.

A week later, my experience, and my feet, continue to offer mixed messages. On the one foot, I saw people walk across the coals unharmed, and I didn't get burned. On the other, I picked up a few blisters -- nothing major, they're mostly better now -- and I don't feel especially transformed. Maybe I'm a slow learner. In both cases, though, I can say that I walked on fire, and that's pretty hot.

Got something to say? Send a letter to the editor and we'll publish your feedback in print!

Pin It

More by Karen Shimizu

  • Bad-Ass Birds

    An exhibit gives the rap on raptors
    • May 19, 2004
  • Enticed by Orchids

    How a flower can grow on its owner
    • Apr 28, 2004
  • Catching Sprays

    Insider information on getting that outdoors look
    • Apr 14, 2004
  • More »

About The Author

Karen Shimizu


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Seven Days moderates comments in order to ensure a civil environment. Please treat the comments section as you would a town meeting, dinner party or classroom discussion. In other words, keep commenting classy! Read our guidelines...

Note: Comments are limited to 300 words.

Latest in Category

Recent Comments

Social Club

Like Seven Days contests and events? Join the club!

See an example of this newsletter...

Keep up with us Seven Days a week!

Sign up for our fun and informative

All content © 2016 Da Capo Publishing, Inc. 255 So Champlain St Ste 5, Burlington, VT 05401
Website powered by Foundation