Our Stories and Personal Journeys
Written by the firewalkers themselves
Six Meters Of Fiery Fear, and How Areté, My Inner Warrioress, Took Me Through The Flames… by Adele Andersen
I used to be a firecracker. My life was full of activity and adventure. I was only tired from the physical exhaustion of running myself ragged having a wonderful time working and playing hard. I was up for anything. I remember that version of me. That Adele. And I miss her terribly.
Every so often I get a ‘lived reminder’, an experience if you like, that reminds me that I may be the one standing in my own way. It challenges me to ask, ‘What could I free myself from? What am I stopping myself doing? What would be the benefit of looking at this challenge differently?’ The firewalk I undertook with my company, Tenzing, offered me that insight.
There is a moment, just before you step onto hot coals, where the whole world seems to hold its breath. The guiding arm in front of you falls away, and there is nothing stopping you, the path ahead is clear. And although it’s just a small step forward, it feels like a vast black void of impossibility.
That evening, lying in bed, I knew I needed to go to sleep but I just couldn’t switch off. I started to realise that I hadn’t felt this excitement about anything for a while either. Something was telling me I needed to go for it. I knew that this challenge was something I had to do. I turned over to my partner, Jeff, and said: “I think I want to do the fire walk.” I had no idea what his reaction would be.
It all seemed like a good idea at the time. A firewalk to raise money for our school. What I didn’t know at the time was just how far and deep I would have to reach inside to achieve it.