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Hugs for everyone!!!

AdamtheJuggler — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 22:20:30 GMT

Happy Winter everyone. Barring lack of sleep, Elizabeth and I are doing great and we do enjoy learning the ways of caring for our ever growing baby boy. What a joy he is. He has finally passed through the two emotion mode (passive or loud) and is learning that we love to see him smile. He smiles a lot. As do we. Heres to the things that bring smiles to you and yours. With love, hugs and smooches, Adam, Elizabeth and Phoenix

Escondido Renaissance Faire Postponed!

AdamtheJuggler — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 20:24:44 GMT

Hack...cough...wheeezze!!! Wow! We're still able to breathe here in Escondido, albeit hoarsely and with lungs still burning, much like the wildfires in the area. As you may already know, the Escondido Renaissance Faire has been postponed til the first two weekends in November. Please stay out of the area until the dates are confirmed. Blessings to all who are directly affected by these crazy ( one eye covered, the other goes crazy ) wildfires. My beautiful wife is still carrying our child in her ample belly and all is well. Thank you all for your kind thoughts and we hope the best for you, as well. Adam

Las Vegas Renaissance Faire / Age of Chivalry

AdamtheJuggler — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:15:38 GMT

It's time again for Celtic concerts and all the mayhem that is the Age of Chivalry Ren. faire in Las Vegas. Not only will the Bawdy Juggler be cavorting on stage, but, we'll have the Juggling School up and we are looking for teachers to help teach the basic three ball pattern to anyone who wishes to learn. Come, play and enjoy the biggest "small" faire you'll ever see.

Against all odds

AdamtheJuggler — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 17:51:49 GMT

Circle of life renewed In the darkness, alone and unseen amid the muck, an acorn responds to the song of life by breaking through the shell that has encased it for so long and pushes forth into a new world. Before long the seed is well on its way to becoming a tree. I liken my life to an acorn that has lain dormant for decades, finally finding the right circumstance to push beyond the hard case of self imposed limitations and sprout up into a life of love, acceptance and creativity. Now, I soar above all that I was with a renewed sense of presence in the world while simultaneously discovering that my roots were set deeply from the beginning. And I do not soar alone, for in the darkness of a closed tavern, feeling alone and unloved amid the ruckus of teardown on a Sunday night at the spring Ojai faire, an angel alit on the hay bale next to me. We carried on a conversation well into the night that inspired me to feel that there is some hope yet in this world for discourse free of cliché and the rote responses of simple minds. It took some time to discover the identity of this exceptional conversationalist, for I had no idea what she looked like (it was a very dark night when we met) or to which group she belonged. Then, during set-up at the Big Bear Pirate Faire, I heard the voice I wanted to hear. I quickly turned to ask who had just spoke, only to be met by the stares of a guild in the midst of their own set-up. Before I could demand who had spoken, a lovely young woman in a SUV said it was she and that she wondered when (or if) I was ever going to say hello. Eleven months later, at twenty minutes after four on the twentieth of April, encircled within the sweeping boughs of a gorgeous mesa oak (betwixt the Archers and the Wild), I went on bended knee and asked my love to marry me. With no hesitation, she emphatically agreed. Even though we allowed our original plans to be derailed by the soap operas of other(s), we followed through with a pared down plan for our nuptials. And at twenty minutes after four, on 07-07-07, under the same umbrella of oak in which I proposed, and accompanied only by close family and a very few friends, we were willingly wed. Our ceremony was presided over by the lovely Valkyrie, Rev. Manja Snyder. It was short, very sweet, and while we wrote our vows (and most of the ceremony) ourselves, all those there seemed pleased with the way things worked out. Yes, the ceremony was beautiful, the surroundings were exceptional and I looked good too, but, my jaw dropped (and all were duly impressed) when my bride stepped into view. She was breathtaking… gorgeous… wow…! The oak tree symbolizes strength, longevity and has been considered sacred since the beginning of time. We chose to have our rings made with an oak and acorn motif to reflect the gravity of our decision to build a family together and to be a symbol of the Circle of Life of which we all play our part. These beautiful rings were made by my friend Da’oud Thompson (Jewelry by Da’oud) and we would like to thank him for playing an important roll in the timing and success of our wedding. We also gave mesa oak (engelman) sprouts to our mothers and passed acorns out to the rest of the party so that they may nurture them and watch them grow as we do the same for our new family.

My last memory from Black Point

AdamtheJuggler — Wed, 25 Oct 2006 23:04:44 GMT

Last night of "faire" at Black Point It was all gone. There was nothing left of the once thriving community we knew as Northern Faire. Gone were the Red Barn, front gate, ale stands and stages. No booths, no hooches and no gardens. Nothing. Just oaks bay laurel and strangely enough, stacks of hay bales scattered throughout the site. It was on one of those many stacks, under the ancient oak in front of Piroski’s, that I sat with my beautiful faire friend reminiscing about the magical aura of the place and the eclectic mix of personalities that infused it with their own magic over the years. After sunset we laid back on the hay to tell more stories and watch the full moon rise through the oaks. At one point, we both noticed the stark silence and looked around at the grey empty spaces. It was a sad sight, and yet, I felt no sadness for what was gone. We all knew it was coming. For years we suffered the annual talk of the “last faire” only to return again the next season. Hell, down south we danced to that tune for near a decade before the site was moved. Nope, no sadness, only hopefulness that the next adventure would be just as rewarding and that friends would stay friends, come what may. We drank a toast to the past, smoked to the future and decided that it was high time to frolic about as if it were the last chance we had for such pleasures. And frolic we did. What started as sweetly playful frolicking soon became seriously hot and moist frolicking that slowly worked up to a full fledged faire….. frolic. We crashed to and fro in a seething tangle of sweat soaked flesh with such utter abandon even the trees seemed to sway and tremble with our every move. When at last we came, it was as if all the orgasms either of us had ever had came rushing up through us in an electric storm of ecstasy that raged on and on. Think “Highlander”, when he became the one, and you’ll know what I mean. After our slow descent back to mortality, with ragged throats and ravaged bodies, we lay bathing in moonlight and rested. Something was different. The world had changed somehow. There was sound, a lot of sound and it wasn’t us. An owl hooted. Then, several owls hooted. We sat up together to see what was going on and were astounded at what lay before us. The animals had come out to play. All of them. There were mice meandering, pairs of squirrels bounding about and rabbits running a relay around what used to be ale one. There was a parade of skunks looking much like puritans, foxes lounged about without a care and raptors played in the air. Whole families of deer picnicked, fawns played and yearlings paired up to wander off on their own. . It was truly amazing seeing all these different kinds of animals in one place, doing exactly as we had done for so long, mingling. The more we watched, the more we noticed and the whole time more critters were coming down through the oaks on either side. They were having their own faire right there in the moonlit meadow that was once the serpentine. I feel blessed to have seen it happen and more so to share it with you. Enjoy, Adam the Juggler

Who's responsible for this mess?

AdamtheJuggler — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:49:24 GMT

Decisions, decisions. Want to change your life? Picture your daily life as a computer program. While the screen shows your "here and now" and the keyboard represents your ongoing decision making process, it's the underlying code that makes the program what it is. This code is made up of many keystrokes. Each keystroke, when broken down to its simplest form, consists of a series of i's and o's, each one doing its part in determining the way the program operates. Let's say that each keystroke of your code is a choice you've made in the past and instead of i's and o's, we use yes and no as the basis of your program. Your whole life is built on a long string of yes and no decisions. Large or small, these were all your choices. You made every decision. Up or down, right or left. Your future, however, is not only guided by your past decisions, it is determined by the choices you make in the present. Right now, your every thought, every word and every action are the tools you use for continually updating your program, for constructing your future. You have no one else to blame for your life but you. You make every single choice. You can't blame God; he/she/it gave you freewill. And what do you choose to do with this greatest of gifts? Are you balanced in your dealings with others or are you rude and judgmental? Do you choose to look down upon others for their differences, or do you celebrate them instead? Do you hate all those who espouse beliefs other than the few you subscribe to or are you a decent human being, willing to learn from others? Take a look at the words and actions you use in front of your loved ones and decide if these words and actions would tip the scale towards good or bad. For instance; do you drive like an idiot with your family or any other people in your car? Stop that! Choose to drive with patience and get were you are going safely. At any given time you can reprogram the way you think, talk and act. You simply have to decide to do so. Want proof? Choose a subject that bothers you, listen to the running dialog in your head in regard to that subject (I hate country music) and make an effort to change one or two of the key words (I could dance to that song) about that person or thing. Soon enough, you will notice a difference in how you feel toward that person or thing (Had a good time at that shitkicker bar and got along with everyone. Whatdoyaknow?). Simply by allowing for the possibility that a door is open to you, the door opens. It's up to you to walk through. Do you fear something? Take a deep breathe, wiggle your toes and change your mind. Instead, fear nothing! In most instances, you choose to fear or hate. I'm not saying to behave like a jackass because you have no fear. I am saying to stop letting fear guide your thoughts, think before you speak and act in such a way that apologies become unnecessary. Only you can decide. Adam Reid 10/11/06