What dad could resist using this glittery
paperweight on his desk to show off your love for him? Paint it with
his favorite color or to match his office décor.
What you'll need:
∙ 1 rock heavy enough to weight down paper, about a palm size
∙ Acrylic paint
∙ Gold glitter glue
∙ Acrylic sealer spray
∙ Black Marker
How to make it:
∙ Choose a rock that is about the size of your palm. It should be
heavy enough to weight down a few papers and not be blown away.
∙ Wash the rock with warm, soapy water and a scrub brush; be sure to
get into all the crevices. Wipe off water with a towel.
∙ After rock has completely dried, paint the entire rock with
acrylic paint. Let the paint dry and then paint on a second coat.
∙ Paint the entire rock with a thin layer of glitter glue and then
∙ Use a squeezable glitter glue bottle to carefully write “DAD
ROCKS” on the rock.
∙ Let dry overnight.
∙ The next day, use a black marker to outline the letters to make
them stand out better.
∙ Get a grown-up to spray the entire surface of rock with acrylic
∙ Instead of writing the words with glitter glue, try a paint pen.
They write like a pen but go on like paint. You can find them at
your local craft supply store.
∙ Some glitter glues dry puffy and some dry flat (like ours)
Experiment with yours first if you like to see how it will turn out.
∙ Instead of just one rock, paint two and put “DAD” on one and
“ROCKS” on the other for a matching set.
The Best Fathers
by Jeanne Leiter
Continued . . . Then, last month,
my eyes were opened. I went to a Nine Muses Fundraiser at Haize’s
house, a priestess of Temple of the Goddess. The afternoon was warm
in Southern California and, I have to admit, I was not prepared to
be immersed in a sea of children. I sat on the fringe and watched,
with more than a little trepidation. For me, children mean noise,
interruptions, chaos. There had to have been twenty children, the
majority of them under the age of three. An older six-pack played in
the pool–so I dismissed them, and watched the backyard full of
babies and toddlers.
My hours of watching were rewarding. We had live music, including
Adaawe, who play very energetic African drumming music. The toddlers
did their own, inimical renditions of actual adult dancing. The
little ones really captured my attention. Fathers sat on blankets
spread out on the lawn with babies and pre-walkers between their
legs. Fathers placed small drums or shakers in tiny hands and
laughed at the music their child made. Fathers held their
wobbly-legged babies and laughed as the little bare feet stomped on
the blankets. They held their children close and kissed them
I couldn’t get enough of watching the fathers with their children.
These men, of all shapes, religion, and ethnicities, were not those
news-not-worthy Bad Dads. These men were strong enough in their
sense of self, their sense of worth, that they not only didn’t mind
showing the ‘feminine’ traits of nurturing, compassion, and love,
they reveled in it. All around me, men watched toddlers pushing
plastic lawn mowers or baby-doll strollers, watching so their child
would not get hurt. They watched as their children moved around the
patio so if the child needed them, they’d be there in a flash, ready
to console or praise. They made sure the child had a toy or a
musical instrument. They fed them and wiped excess food from their
chins. They made sure their child had on a sweater and a hat when
the sun started sinking into the Pacific.
The event featured a May Pole. Dads held their young pre-walking
children, ribbons clutched in both their hands, as they crisscrossed
with the other dancers to weave their ribbons around the
brightly-festooned May Pole, laughing the entire time. Both Fathers
and children hung on to each other with such love it radiated
outward, wrapping me in the knowledge that there is a generation of
Dads out there that are as loving, as supporting, as giving as my
father was to me.
On this Father’s Day, I bless the memory of my father and I bless
all those Fathers I saw last month. They will raise their sons and
daughters with tenderness, for they are strong men who know the
value of love.
Urban Ordination: Creating a Goddess Dozen
Continued . . . With the
preparations done, lying on their backs in a very warm Southern
California afternoon, they were led on a guided journey by priestess
Mnajdra. Each moved forward on their mental path, walking through
woods to meet the Goddess. This private, individual meeting, this
exchange of information, of love, of support, prepared them for the
Although each heard the same words, each journey was unique. The
narrator’s words filter through the individual brain exciting unique
memories, desires, goals. Upon walking back up the path, and
rejoining their bodies, they slowly re-entered Ordinary Reality. All
held their singular experiences inside. It was for them alone.
After a short break the three women and two men walked into the
front yard. This house, this front yard is special. The house is on
a small hill, the garage cut into it. The top of the garage flows
into the green grass, trees, and flowering shrubs. And on the top of
this urban garage is a seven circuit Cretan labyrinth. Lovingly
created by the owner/priestess RA, the labyrinth is outlined with
small, smooth stones. To enter it, one must walk through an arbor of
jasmine flowers which today, scented the air with every breeze.
Unlike a maze, labyrinths have no dead ends, one cannot become lost
or stranded in a labyrinth. It has one way in and one way out––the
same path, but different depending on whether one is going in or
coming out. Walked with reverence, the labyrinth is a meditation
tool––another way to meet oneself, meet the Goddess, meet and join
with all of Creation.
As the ordainees walked toward the labyrinth, they passed an
ordination altar blessed with a statue of the Minoan Snake Goddess
where earlier each ordainee had placed their consecrated ritual
tools. These sacred items included stones, chalice, jewelry,
personal Goddess statues, flowers, an athame, and candles. The
meaning of these sacred items remained silent, known only to each
celebrant. They walked past the ordination altar, past family and
friends sitting on the porch and lawn here to witness this event.
They stand strong, shoulder to shoulder facing the labyrinth. It was
early evening by now, the sun still shedding its light, but not its
vicious heat of the afternoon. An almost full moon shone in the
south, blessing the area with soft promise.
Xia, founder of Temple of the Goddess, spoke to the ordainees,
reiterating the seriousness of their actions. The women and men,
dressed in black, or white, or the Tartan plaid of Scotland smiled
in joy. Each knew this was the right path for them at this time.
Then Xia walked the stone path to stand in the center, the heart,
soul, and womb of the labyrinth. Inanna, the temple’s youngest
priestess, walked behind, Xia’s right hand, keeper of the crowns and
pendants. Each one approached the labyrinth, but before entering was
greeted by the Crone, repository of all wisdom, then Lilith, the
First Mother, who challenged each ordainee with questions. After
receiving answers, the ordainee was allowed to pass.
Singly, each entered the labyrinth, walked the circular path and met
with Xia, themselves, and the Goddess. After Xia spoke with each
woman, blessing them with channeled energy and consecrating them
with myrrh, she placed a silver circlet on each woman’s head. The
crowns were graced with a crescent moon and a hanging amethyst
cabochon. Each man received a pendant hung about their necks; a
pentacle holding an amethyst above a crescent moon. Both fitting
symbols for women and men doing Goddess clergy work in western
Lilith, the gate keeper, greeted each priestess and priest with
their chosen ritual name and asked yet more questions. With answers
received, Lilith bade the priestess or priest to meet once again
with the Crone. She invited them to light their ordination candle to
symbolize the act of illuminating their path in this world.
When all had exited, Xia spoke a last blessing and declared that by
the power of the Goddess and the State of California, the three
women and two men were officially ordained clergy in Temple of the
Goddess, enlarging our numbers from nine to a Goddess dozen of
fourteen–twelve women and two men. With Xia exiting the labyrinth,
happiness and fulfillment swam in the night air. Each newly ordained
priestess and priest was officially introduced to the crowd of
family and friends.
Shortly after all five ordainees had walked the Labyrinth Ritual of
Ordination, an ice cream truck cruising the street added its music
to our festivities. Those joyous sounds added laughter to the tears
of happiness coursing down all new and previously ordained
priestesses and priests.
Later, we feasted . . . celebrating five new clergy adding what they
can to help make the world a better place, one person at a time.
So, what kind of women and men decided to be ordained this May 18th?
Certainly, strong, independent, intelligent, and compassionate
people. But, what of these particular women and men? All of them
active in their careers, some with children, some without. The
careers include: business woman and owner of a web store featuring
soaps and lotions; a shaman and yoga teacher, a film and tv
producer, a musician and recording artist, and one is an
astrological jeweler, teacher, and musician. They come from varied
backgrounds with a multitude of skills. One of their most important
skills is commitment. Commitment to change the world in which we
live for the better, for the seventh generation to come. It’s a big
commitment. It’s a huge challenge. But, these women and men consist
of spirit and energy, and know that the Goddess walks by their side
every step of the way.
Temple of the Goddess welcomes the following priestesses and
* From left
Priestess of Maat; Defender of Truth and Justice
Leighs Lochran A Ceud Aingeal
aka Maurice Lee Davis aka Chokaé
Priest of Healing Torch of the First Light
Ananda aka Cheryl Caddick
Priestess of Her Song
Night Eagle Dancer
aka Howard Hansen
Priest of Celtic and Shamanic Mysteries; Warrior/Protector of the
Priestess of Sacred Offerings, Song, and Rúnaí
Continued . . . Each young adult
walked the Labyrinth to meet with Xia, Founder and Director of
Temple of the Goddess. She placed pendants around each neck. A
pentagram-Yin/Yang around the young men’s necks and a crescent moon
around the young women’s. After they were blessed with channeled
energy their tear stained faces were radiant with smiles. They moved
out to sit on the grass or the swing and witnessed the ordination
Our prayer is that as these young, strong, intelligent women and men
move into the next phase of their lives, they will carry with them
the strength, the integrity, the compassion of the Goddess. They
know that we as Temple clergy are supporting them in their
activities, will be here for them if they need us. They also know
that the Goddess is forever with them, showering them with
everlasting, unconditional love.
Temple of the Goddess welcomes the following dedicants:
* From left to