Thursday, December 31, 2015

New Year 2016

Oh the joy of a fulfilled life                                                                              
Underneath a lighted sky,
Recalling memories of the year gone by
Time to sing Old Lang Syne
Remember those who passed away
You'll meet with them another day

Rejoice the sun of a brand new day,
Look forward to the days to come
New hopes and dreams will surely come,
All things change as life decrees
Love and peace, prosperity

Joy to the coming year
Good fortune to you
On this New Year

@Wayne Adam 2015

Monday, December 21, 2015

Winter Solstice 2015

Today we cross into the darkness. The days light  is short and night prolongs its shadow marks the start of winter. On this day of the Winter Solstice(Alban Arthan), the sun's light impregnates the earth. The Sun God Mates with the Goddess of the Land conceiving new light and Mother Earth sleeps until the rebirth of light at Litha.
So as we sit under the Rowan, we mourn and let go of that which is finishing or dying, reflecting within our inner darkness and seeking the reality of rebirth of the soul, opening ourselves to a new dawn.                            
We step into the darkness under the Oak Moon. Celebration, reflection, dying and rebirth is our journey's path through the dark half of the year. It is the looking back on the year's events, triumphs and failures, the letting goes of things physical and spiritual that are no longer needed or wanted and the beginning of forming new ideas and desires for the coming new year.

May your journey fulfill your dreams.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

New Article

 At last! My new article, Medieval Dogs, has been published in Renaissance Magazine and is available in bookstores and on newsstands. Don't miss it.

Here is an excerpt of the article:

Medieval dogs were trained for war, protection and hunting, they provided a service to every social class in medieval society, a companion, protector of property and livestock, a guardian against enemies, and pets of royalty. Revered in legend and myth, coveted by royalty and loved by peasants to kings; they remained a constant throughout the middle ages.

Dogs of War

Egyptians, Samaritans, Greeks, and Romans used dogs for war. These dogs were called Bullenbeisser, a mastiff type dog known for its strength and agility. These large fighting dogs were brought to Europe by migrating Sarmatian tribes (Alans) and by the late 5th century were adopted throughout Europe and became extinct by crossbreeding.   

On another note, I wish everyone a joyous and safe holiday season.  

Saturday, October 31, 2015

It's Halloween.

Light your bonfires
Strike your candles
                                  Place your water and food                                 
Pictures of the deceased,
In the light of the full moon
In the blackness of night
As the waters still
And the trees bow
A murder swarms the skies
landing on rooftops,
As the veil between worlds thin--
They await the dead
In the moon light
In shadows of trees
Under the wing and eyes
Of the Crow and Owl,
They come to your call
Upon this Hallow night.

@Wayne Adam 2015

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Poem: Casey at the Bat

Fall is upon us, which means baseball and their "boys of summer" are into conference league series ultimately leading to the World Series. Being an ex-Chicagoan (a Southsider, for the record), I have been watching the Chicago Cubs beining annihilated by the New York Mets, it reminded me of the classic poem " Casey at the Bat" by Ernst Lawerance Thayer. This poem was first published June 3, 1888, issue of San Francisco's The Daily Examiner.
Thayer said he chose the name Casey after an Irishman he once knew, but it has been speculated that he modeled "Casey"  after National League star Mike "King" Kelly who became famous when Boston paid
Chicago ten dollars for him. Kelly had  a charismatic personality which the fans cheered/jeered. After the 1887 season, Kelly went on to play for San Franciso and Thayer wrote, "Casey in 1888 as a columnist for the San Francisco Examiner.

As for the "Mudville," both Stockton, California and Holliston Massachusetts claim to be the original city that Thayer modeled for his poem.

And after 125 years, the mystery still lingers and the poem is still read. The "boys of summer" play in lush baseball stadiums, fans cheer, and jeer, and Casey still strikes out.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Book Promo 2015

Winter is coming, time to start getting together your winter reads. You can start by taking advantage of my book promotion on Kindle (October second thru October ninth). Happy reading.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Day of Peace

In 1981, the United Nations promoted  September 21st as a day for peace among nations and people, in 2002 they declared it a permanent holiday.To commemorate this day you can plant a peace tree or light a candle at dusk to support world peace.

I light a candle for world peace and offer this Druid prayer for peace:

                                                 Deep within the centre of my being
                                                                   May I find peace.
                                                  Silently within the quiet of the Grove
                                                                     May I share peace.
                                      Gently(or powerfully) within the greater circle of humankind
                                                                       May I radiate peace.

War, violence, inhumanity and chaos permeate our world. The old problems of the last generation have become the problems of the new generation with some differences. War has moved from the jungles to the deserts, violence flourishes throughout our cities and inhumane acts are inflicted upon people, children and animals at an alarming rate. We need to come together, to live in harmony with each other and nature. If we do not act soon, we go down the path of prior civilizations, extinguishing  our own existence. So plant your trees and light your candles on this Day of Peace.

To help inspire the spirit of peace watch this video with the song "Candles in the Rain" by Melanie.

May Peace enter your Grove.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Feeling the Love

Love is different for men. Like women, they seek love, but it's different, trust, commitment and loyalty, like an Oath of Fealty given to medieval kings, are more of what men seek.Of course in our modern times the Oath is much softer, but still it's an oath. But men often ask themselves if they have found the love they are looking for, especially in this age where the lines of relationship, love, gender, and sex are more blended together and fuzzy than in previous ages. But I do not have all the answers for I am a poet and a dreamer.

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 Alas theses are my thoughts for today, I have found my love she is my Queen forever, but there are times I still ask if this is the love I've sought and the answer is yes. It brings to mind a song by Whitesnake--"Is This Love," to all the men, may you find a lady Oathtaker to fulfill your dreams.

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Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Challenge

It's been told that once there was a great celebration thrown by Rurl, the Elf King of the Slavs who became bored with his daily routines. He decided to invite Naye, queen of the fairies, who he secretly had a crush on, so he sent messengers to  invite the fairies, but Queen Naye decided to invite Burh, king of the dwarfs, who she admired. King Burh in turn invited his friend, Mo-Mo the head of the trolls.

The celebration was held in King Rurl's sacred glen of Candea, with it's giant oak's, plush green grasses and a clear blue lake beneath an enchanted waterfall.
Elves, fairies, dwarves and trolls came from near and far streaming into the glen. King Rurl, Queen Naye, King Burh, and Mo-Mo sat upon a high grassy knoll over-looking the festivities, where the music was lively, the food plenty and the mead flowed freely, causing drunken elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls to mingle amongst each other. Elves played pranks upon the dwarves while dwarves and trolls chased the fairies frolicking in the lake and lush grasses.

Upon the knoll, the kings and Queen Naye discussed various events between their cups of mead, suddenly a small rain cloud drifted above lightly showering the knoll, King Rurl raised is glass and said, "Thank you Perun for watering my glen."
" Oh no", chimed Naye, "thanks should go to  Taranis."
King Burl stood and with his low voice said,"We should thank Thor, for there is no better."

Thus, they debated on who was the best Thunder God. But when they had no answer at the end of four days  they decided to have a contest with the prize of a thunderbolt. A bright silver thunderbolt with embedded streaks of blue and green gems. Crafted by the dwarves, enchanted by the elves and sprinkled with magical fairie dust, the bolt would streak through the sky displaying brilliant colors and thunder so deafening that it would echo for days.

The contest took place upon Mount Valdanya, upon the plateau sat the judges, King Rural was dressed in a forest green tunic with a black cape, next to him, Queen Naye, her long brown hair touched her wings at the shoulders, her red cape billowed showing her iridescent dress, next to her sat King Burl, dressed in dark gray throughout with sparkles of silver, and next to him Mo-Mo, his dirty blonde hair trailing off his brown tunic.

Perun was the first to arrive, he came within a black cloud swirling embedded with lighting, he touched down lightly, his black cape unfurled revealing his mighty sword. His dark eyes glowed and his low voice rumbled as he spoke,"Bring on your challenge for I am the only true Thunder God."
Suddenly, the wind swirled as grayish clouds streaked across the sky with rumbles of thunder, from the clouds descended Taranis with his solar wheel in hand, he stood in front of the judges and stroked his brown beard, "No challenge is too great for me for I rule the sky."
Minutes later an icy wind blew across the plateau as funnel clouds appeared, thunder and lighting announcing the arrival of Thor carrying his hammer Mjollnir, "I accept your challenge for I am the only Thunder God."

All the judges bowed before King Rurl stood and said,"We are honored that you have accepted our challenge. There will be three events, one of the best creative lighting, second, the most sounding thunder and third a drinking contest on which of you can drink the most mead within three days. Do you agree to these terms?" "I Perun agree," raising his sword.
 "I Taranis agree," raising his solar wheel.
Thor raised his hammer, "I too agree, but I want to see the thunderbolt."
King Burh clapped his hands and four trolls appeared carrying four large quivers of thunderbolts, taking out a bolt King Burh walked past each contestant, the bolt shined brilliant silver with auras of blue and green. Upon the gods satisfaction the contest began.

 Perun was first, throwing his cape over his  shoulder, he gripped the hilt of his sword, raised it above his head and plunged it into the rock. Heavy streams of lighting shot out in every direction, crackling energy surged through the ground and brightness lit the sky. Perun looked at the judges, "I am the god of lighting."

Taranis stepped forward shaking his head, "I was not impressed," he placed his solar wheel on its edge and spun it, like a coin on a table top, lighting danced from the clouds in snake-like patterns. Picking up the wheel, he threw it across the sky like a discus causing the snake-like lightening to explode with bolts going in every direction giving the appearance of brilliant stars.

The judges looked in awe as Thor took his place,  his blond hair swayed in the wind and his blue eyes flashed as he raised Mjollnir and bounced it off the ground propelling it high into the sky where it stayed suspended casting out bolts of lighting that appeared to bounce erratic from cloud to cloud and mountain top. Then the mighty hammer plummeted, embedding in the ground on a clap of thunder signaling the start of the second event. Thor tapped the hammer numerous times lightly upon the ground. Thunder echoed in small intervals then gradually became louder, then became soft, then loud again before it broke into crackling thunder. Thor smile at the judges, "I am the God of Thunder."

Taranis took his solar wheel, suspending it in the air he spun it end over end. Thunder started soft in the distance and grew louder as lighting kept pace, louder and louder the thunder sounded, then with a brilliant light, a giant clap of thunder echo across the sky. Taranis grabbed his wheel and faced the judges, "I am the maker of thunder."

Perun bowed to the judges, threw back his cloak  and pierced his mighty sword into the rock and moved it side to side like a pendulum. The thunder arose sounding like drum beats. The sword was then spun like a top, the drum beats remained with rhythmic thunder in between, sounds crescendoed until they  blended into a bellowing roar of thunder. The sword stopped and Perun raised it above his head. "No one is greater with thunder than I."

The judges uncupped their ears and whispered between themselves, then Mo-Mo stood and clapped his hands. Three trolls appeared each with a goblet and placed them on the judges table as Mo-Mo said, "These goblets are filled with the finest elf mead and their refill is never ending, come sit and drink while we go and discuss our decision." And with that the judges arose and disappeared.

So the three great gods of thunder and lighting sat, drank mead, told stories, agreed that the mead was the finest they've had and laughed. A while  later Queen Naye reappeared along with three trolls who placed the quivers of thunderbolts on the table. "Oh greats gods," she said, "we have decided that you are all great and equal. Therefore, you may have the thunderbolts. We also want to thank you for the light show that you provided for our celebration," pointing down to the glen below.  Then with a raise of her hand she and the trolls were gone.

The Gods drank some more and then took out the bolts for inspection, upon which, the bolts dissolved into a pile of metal ore. "What magic is this?" boomed Perun, holding the metal dust in his hand,"We've been fooled," knocking over his goblet. The mead spilled over the plateau turning into rain and falling upon thousands of elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls who ran for shelter laughing and drunk. Many stumbled out of the glen amidst the downpour while others basked within the showers.
On the plateau, the gods watched the spectical. "I should have known never to trust an elf," said Perun,
"Or a fairie," said Taranis,
"Dwarves and trolls will follow anyone" chimed Thor.
They sat back, picked up their goblets, drank and laughed at their being tricked. Their laughter turned into rolling thunder and sparks of  lighting filled the skies from them beating on the table. It lasted for four days before it stopped.

Hence, one should never trust mischievous elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls. Just ask the Thunder Gods.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

R.I.P. Cecil

The story of Cecil, the world's beloved lion, who's tragic end involved him being lured out of his protected reserve, then hunted down,shot with a bow and arrow, then shot to death 40 hours later then skinned and beheaded for a trophy has been the talk of social media. Recently, the men who lured Cecil from the reserve have been arrested and Zimbabwe officials are looking to extradite Minnesota dentist, Walter Palmer for killing Cecil.

But Cecil's tragic story has far more reaching effects, it's about our coexisting with nature, loving the earth instead of raping the trees, poising the water and fracking the land. It's living in harmony with her children, like Cecil, instead of hunting them for their hides, heads or other trophies, casting species after species into total extinction. Cecil was the head of two prides, his siblings will probably be killed by his successor, thus the way of nature and its delicate balance. In the end, we need to prove as a society that  we're the most intelligent animals on the planet instead of the heartless beings that will eventually destroy our precious Earth and all its beauty.

R.I.P Cecil, may your spirit rest peacefully within the embrace of Brig for all eternity.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Litha 2015

We have reached Midsummer, the Summer Solstice, also known as Litha or Alban Hefin. Where the sun reaches its zenith creating the longest day. A worship of the sun and all of its glory before the days become shorter on their journey toward the Winter solstice.

Litha is a day of sun worship and the Sun God who's element is Fire shown in all of its radiant colors of red, yellow, orange and gold. It's ruled by the Holly King who re-battles and slays his twin, the Oak King, and it's a time of celebrating the power of the sun and riches of the earth.

Litha should be enjoyed in the basking sun. A festival with nature and  homage to life in general. No matter how you celebrate Litha, take the time to feel the power of the sun, its energy and the positive light it emits.
Remember to pick your herbs today and create a bonfire or two.

Blessed Litha to All

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The April Fools

Today is the day of the Jester--April Fools Day! This unofficial holiday is celebrated throughout the world in the event of changing the new year to January 1 from the last week March through April 1.
 It's unclear how this April Fool's tradition originated, but it's speculated that it dates back to 1582 when France switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar, as deemed by the Council of Trent in 1563. People's slow reaction or failure to the change  became the butt of jokes and hoaxes, which included having a paper fish placed on a person's back and being referred to as "poisson d'avril" (April fish), symbolizing a gullible person.

Historians have linked April Fools Day to ancient festivals, such as Hilaria, a Roman celebration at the end of March where people dressed up in disguises and possibly to the vernal equinox, first day of spring, when Mother Nature fooled people with changing unpredictable weather.
April Fools Day spread throughout Britain in the 18th century and in Scotland it became a two-day event called "hunting the gowk," where people(gowk's, meaning cuckoo bird and a symbol for fool) were sent on phony errands, followed by Tallie Day where pranks were played on people's derrieres, such as pinning fake tails or "kick me" signs on them.

Pranks and hoaxes have evolved throughout the centuries to our modern times, here is a highlight of some of  the elaborate pranks/hoaxes.

  • 1957,  BBC news program, complete with footage of farmers harvesting noodles from trees, reported that Switzerland's farmers were experiencing a record spaghetti crop of home-grown spaghetti due to lack of natural spaghetti pests a mild winter. The BBC received numerous calls from people wanting to start spaghetti trees and were told to take a sprig of spaghetti and place it in tomato sauce.
  • 1962, Sweden's only television station announced it could be viewed in color if one cut up tights and placed it over the television's screen which would bend the television's light to make it appear in color. Many Swedes fell for this hoax.
  • 1972, Yorkshire, England, a photo of the Loch Ness Monster was taken by zoologists at a local zoo, turns out that it was a seal with shaved whiskers.
  • 1985, Sports Illustrated ran a made-up article about a rookie pitcher named Sidd Finch, who could throw a fastball over 168 miles per hour.
  • 1996, Taco Bell restaurant chain, duped people when it announced that it agreed to purchase Philadelphia's Liberty Bell.
  • 1998, Burger King advertised a "Left-Handed Whopper," scores of clueless customers requested the fake sandwich.
Alas, laugh aloud, enjoy the day and remember to think about what people tell you or may end up "The Fool" on April Fools Day.

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Alban Eilir

Here we stand at the gateway of Alban Eilir(Spring Equinox). where the dark and light are in equal balance, where the renewed life forces surge through the veins of the Earth and her creatures give life to their offspring, and where we should open and find the balances in our own lives.

The symbolic flower of  the Equinox in Druidry is the shamrock or trefoil, representing the Sun God and the Triple Goddess. Thusly, the Equinox is associated with planting, promise, balance, air, and yellow.
Within the Equinox is the celebration of Easter, although a Christian festival, it is named after an Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring, Eostre, whose sacred animal was the Hare, thus the original Easter bunny. Easter eggs were also ancient symbols of springtime, children would roll decorated hard-boiled eggs down a hill in a game called "trundling," and some have seen this custom as a relic of  sun worship where the eggs represent the sun on its journey across the heavens.

We strive for balance in our lives and Alban Eilir is the time to open and find our own balances, to find that area of equilibrium in which we need to survive without the stress and negativity of life and to enjoy the peacefulness of  Mother Earth and her enduring children.

We salute the Equinox with this Welsh prayer:            

Good Luck to the hoof and horn
Good Luck to the flock and fleece
Good Luck to the growers of corn
With blessing and plenty of peace!

Blessed Alban Eilir to all.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Crazy Moods

Crazy moods just happen. There's no reason and nothing you can do to prevent them, set off by some of the simplest things like, a song, a joke, something somebody says, or  a number of other things, they make you laugh, dance, get silly or make you perform other uncontrollable acts. Maybe it's a human reaction to just have a burst of fun amidst all the sadness in the world, to let yourself let go and enjoy some fun in life without  any boundaries. Crazy moods can last for hours or even a day or two, my recent crazy mood occurred from a song by Rick Derringer, it popped into thoughts and then I just had to hear it, from there it was crazy mood madness--singing, imitating and laughing a lot--so far it has lasted two days, but there's nothing I can do but enjoy the ride.Listen to the song, maybe it will throw you into a crazy mood. 
Love, laugh, sing and enjoy the moment. 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Path We Should Take

The world today is in turmoil, from the Middle East to the Ukraine all you see in the news are the atrocities--bombings, beheadings and the paths to wars. For America, we are going to be engaged in another war or two, whether, under Obama or the next President, it's inevitable. It reminds me of the 1960's when we were in another war--Vietnam, which was called a police action, while today it's a role of military advisors. Whatever you want to call it both our foreign actions of today and Vietnam run in a lot of similar parallels, even though the world as changed since the 1960's it seems that our inability to stay out of countries affairs as not been learned from our past mistakes. Unfortunately, we are entrenched, have sacrificed the blood of our brave men and women, and are now compelled to wage war in the Middle East and possibly the Ukraine if for nothing else, our own survival.


In seeing the news of today, I can't get the song  Woodstock by Crosby, Stills Nash  & Young out of my head. A song of  protest and a song of peace that even though meant for Vietnam could easily be used today.
When you listen to this song and read its lyrics, pay attention to it's meaning. It's the path we should taking.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Review: The Last Kingdom

For those who have an interest in Medieval tales and history, I would recommend,
The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell. This is the first offering of his "Saxon Tales" series.
The story is set in the middle years of the ninth-century when the Danes(Vikings) invaded England for plunder and conquest. Kingdom after kingdom fell to the ruthless invaders until only the Kingdom of Wessex remained and the fate of all England depended on one king--Alfred the Great.

The tale is told through the eyes of, Uhtred, son of Uhtred, Lord of Bebbanburg, Northumbria, who at the age of ten, goes to observe a battle with his father, but the battle is won by the Danes and Uhtred's father  is killed and he is captured by Warlord Ragnar. Due to Uhtred's fighting spirit, Ragnar raises him as his own son in the Viking tradition. Thus, this is also the story of Uhtred's coming of age, in which he struggles over being English and serving King Alfred with all of his rules or living among the Vikings and their gods who he has come to cherish. Uhtred follows his destiny, fighting for the Danes and  then the English in high tension adventures and thrilling scenarios that leads him to fulfilling his quest to becoming a warrior and into manhood.

A thrilling historical fiction tale that will intoxicate its readers.