So I meant to do this yesterday, but my good intentions went up in the proverbial smoke of distractions and procrastination. So ... what's new about that? Eh?
Definition of Fire Bowl from seekerval's personal dictionary of terms and imaginary creatures: A gathering of individuals [preferably friendly, but at least not seriously antagonistic--because I said so! (and this is MY dictionary, you know) ] centered by a container of fire whether that be a hole in the ground, a votive candle, or a metal bowl with a mesh cover. The gathering is generally intended as a social activity. Although more organized &/or productive intentions may convene a Fire Bowl, such divergences should be rare and reluctant. Food and drink are recommended to enhance the "social" aspects of the Fire Bowl. Said food and drink need not be plentiful or intoxicating, but certainly CAN BE! (Note: the "CAN BE" intoxicating detail ONLY applies to those of legal drinking age. See the parenthetical "MY dictionary" above.) The Fire Bowl gathering is best executed with chatter, laughter, friendly-or-nottoovicious gossip, chuckles, tale telling, emotional support, cloud-star-&-moon gazing, and other convivial activities. In the instance of HOT temperatures or indoor location due to other weather issues, the Fire Bowl may be sans flame with an unlit votive, a few non-flaming sticks, or other representative of actual fire.
Whew! Was that sufficiently detailed?
Here is a photo of the next morning, deserted Fire Bowl setting from this past Saturday night:
The gathering included neighbors and friends from Wisconsin; a 5 year old girl and a retired woman in her 70's; a minister and an atheist; a computer tech and a poet; and more. Conversations ranged from neighborhood gossip to religion to astronomy to health to children to... Our little 5 year old guest joined me on the glider bench and we talked about the fire ("because that's what fires do" she said), stars, school, hot apple cider, and so on. Guests came and went throughout the evening and we had a great time. Star gazing was nice, but harvest moon gazing was better as she was only one night past total Full stage and floated majestically above in all her big, bright and oh so silver glory.
As mentioned in an earlier post, MyPoorJeff had to keep jumping up and deal with our plumbing and the nice plumbing guy so he missed out on chunks of conversation with a guest pressed into service as interim Fire Master. Eventually, MyJeff was able to sit down and take over as Fire Master, as is our tradition and his Right.
One neighbor had to work through the evening, but managed to find several of us still at the fire when he returned home. He stayed with MyJeff and I until the chilly end at 1:30 a.m. Normally we clean up and store away all the extraneous chairs, tables, etc. at the end of the Fire Bowl before heading to bed. This past Saturday the dew fall was heavier than either of us has ever seen with actual small puddles atop the card table holding the snacks. So we left things out to dry in Sunday's sun.
We agreed that Saturday night's Fire Bowl was one of our best.