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You are cordially invited to an invite only

Intergenerational Women’s Event

to be held January 24th, 2015

in Boulder Creek, California

from 4:30 to 10:00 p.m.

Join us in the depth of winter to immerse ourselves in women’s wisdom and in celebration of three non profit organizations in your community that are working to empower women and girls through education, music and community.

Only 50 women will get tickets and we want you to be there with your daughter, your mother, your niece or your grand daughter. Bring your best friend or come alone and meet a neighbor.





  • ONE ADULT FOR $35.00
  • OR TWO TEENS FOR $25.00

Join the leaders of these amazing organizations and participate in rich, nourishing ceremony and empowerment workshops, share your poetry and words of wisdom, then move your body and voice during our talent packed evening featuring:

* Marya Stark

professional music therapist and songwriter


* Heather Christie 

local singer/songwriter of Feral Fauna


and her new project Cheraki


* Sarah Phinn of Lux Natura 


* Amrita Rose of Serpent Sanctum 


Cheraki (Heather of Feral Fauna)

The centerpiece of Heather’s music is her soulful voice. Her voice has been described as “elegantly soulful”, and has been likened to Adele, Fiona Apple,  Sia, and Bjork. Her lyrics and melodies are charged with a piercingly earthly and invigorating honesty. She paints an abstract yet poignant landscape of the realities of the human heart through her words, melodies and production. Her voice beckons listeners to return to their soul’s home to laugh and cry at the same time. Bridging genres of electronic, pop, soul, blues, and jazz, Heather finds her sonic home in the dreamy crevices between well traveled musical paths. 

Her current projects include budding electro-acoustic group feral fauna,  who has played up and down the west coast festival circuit and has shared the stage with bands such as Rising Appalachia, Lynx, Dirtwire, The Human Experience, Ayla Nereo, Lila Rose, Melvin Seals, Gods Robots, and more. Heather finds true inspiration from her collaborators. She is involved with various other musical projects, singing circles, and music healing practices in Santa Cruz and the Bay Area.


Music: http://feralfauna.com/

Bio/Teaching/Contact: http://www.heathercmusic.com/

Videos: http://youtube.com/feralfauna


Kickstarter: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/heatherchristie/cheraki-debut-ep-project  !!!!


In the space between art and persona there is magic. Artists who work their craft for decades may find it on occasion. Marya Stark lives there. Drawing from influences as diverse as Baroque classical, Broadway, pop and folk, Marya Stark crafts a sound that is wholly original. She creates the way she breathes; without choice or hesitation. The comparisons are many: Regina Spektor; Tori Amos; Kate Bush; Sarah Slean, Fiona Apple; but there is some indefinable quality about Marya Stark that makes her a part of that family yet wholly distinct.
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Sara Huntley is a San Francisco based Intermedia artist and mystic. Her work is a fusion of mediums Inspired by visionary experiences, surrealism, and magic.  She weaves her passions for painting, performance, and ritual into immersive experiences that transform the imagination.Using flow arts and video projection, she weaves landscapes with archetypal storytelling and fans the embers of ancient connections with nature.Sara has worked with organizations such as MAPS and Firedrums. Her work has been published at Realitysandwich.com, MAPS.org, and a number of books including Mavericks of the Mind with David Jay Brown.

~Amrita Rose is an ordained Priestess, dancer and visionary who has been working with Serpents for the past 3 years, following her spirit dreams.~She weaves together sacred serpent dance with belly dance, contact improv and temple dance to create a modern incarnation of an ancient art form.

~Using archetypal imagery, the Amrita Rose and Serpent Sanctum dancers shimmy, sway, and strut with sacred sensuality; a visual reminder of the Serpent’s powerful symbolism of transformation, fertility, and healing.


All proceeds from this event will equally benefit:

The Artemis Project  

Our Red Tent

and Serpent Sanctum

to bring more programming and scholarship

to local girls and women.

  • $50.00 per adult woman over 25

  • FREE for teens 13 (or bleeding) to 18 with admission of one adult woman.

Additional family members $20.00 per girl.


  • ONE ADULT FOR $35.00
  • OR TWO TEENS FOR $25.00
  • No one turned away for lack of funds.

    Energy exchange for volunteer positions welcomed.

    This is a potluck event! We will have treats and chai, and a base meat and base veggie dish but cannot afford to fully cater on our budget.

    Please help us eat well by bringing a hearty offering for the table. THANK YOU.




Aurora Rae Kozinn is the FoundHER of Our Red Tent.com and is certified Life Coach who has coached hundreds of women to embrace their womanly gifts. Aurora has been hosting Red Tent Sisterhood Circles since 2009, educating women on the women’s mysteries and feminine life force.Aurora is a well known speaker and blogger on the Feminine Identity, Menstrual Blood Mysteries, Spiritual Sexuality, Shadow Work, and Expressive Arts. Aurora believes that when women share our HER-story, we change the world.

Our Red Tent

Meet Our FoundHer


The Artemis Project: Jedi, Warrior, Priestess training!

We envision a world of healthy girls that grow up supported to become self-actualized women. We offer summer camps, after school programs and positive media for girls 8-18, mentorship training for young women 18-24 and specialized empowerment events for women of all ages.

The Artemis Project is a program of The Children Are Our Future 

The Artemis Project

Serpent Sanctum is facilitating empowerment, healing and the arts through sacred serpent wisdom.We support a transformed world living in health and harmony, raising consciousness, and honoring the cycles of the Earth.

Our offerings include Temple Snake Dance, New Moon Ceremonies, and Ordained Priestess Services.

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that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.


the looks
the stares
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.

part of me wants to scream

fine! fine!
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper

i don’t say

a word.

they want to fold me up and stuff me in their NO-THING-UN-NORMAL box.

they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.

they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.

but i am no mirror of society

i am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand


i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.


i am a window
to the real me.

~ Glass Phoenix

She Fell in Love

my best friendhands
fell in love
when we were 15,
and disappeared
into a world
i am not
a part of.

“wait for me”
i would whisper
“i’m not ready for you
to be gone from my life

but she was in love
and didn’t hear me.

i still whisper sometimes
to the spot in me
she used to be.

“i still love you, sister.”
i tell her empty seat
“i still can be your friend”
but she has run away
from me.

now we are 16
and my best friend
is still in love.

and here i am
sitting under the tree
watching the water
in my cup
as i breath on it.

all i wanted
was a hug.

~ Glass Phoenix


Pain Does Not Live

I tried to kill the pain.
I tried to kill pain, not me.
But I birthed a more evil existence than pain.
Invisible to all but me, it lives inside my mind pulsing through my bloodstream.
I tried to kill the pain,
but instead I now try to kill this evil spirit.
Only I can see it,
It holds the pain inside me.
It kills the pain  but like good things it comes with a cost,
and this time the cost is me.

I wanted to kill the pain.
I wanted to drown it,
like it drowned me.
It drowned me in darkness.

I tried to cut it out, but then realized it was not easy to do so.
I tried to rip it out of my mind. I tried to bruise it so it would feel what it caused me.
I tried to kill the pain inside of me.

I tried to smother it out, but it killed my light before I understood,
I could not takes its light because it contained nothing but the darkness it saved me from.
I realized we would have to live as one.
It held the pain so I wouldn’t have to.

But I did have to.
I tried to kill the pain.
I tried to run from it, I tried to run so far the demon would not be able to reside in me.
But it seemed to be me.

It seemed that it was undefeatable
I cried and cried
and then it clicked.

Darkness is defeated by light,
hate can be diffused with love,
pain can be replaced with comfort.

so I sat,
I loved
I accepted
I tried to kill the pain
but pain does not live.
It can’t be killed but it can be

~Lotus Blossom




I shudder and I sit.
A quake and I stand.
A tumble and I fall,
then you reach out a shadowed hand.

A reach and I fall,
an opening and I shatter.
The mirror is then splattered with illusions.

Why do I believe every time it is okay,
because you’ve always been there?
Or because you’ve always lied.

Why do I believe this is normal?
Is it because they believe me when we look at them with our deceiving eyes?

Why is this wrong?
Is it because I might die?
But every time I turn there is another door,
and nothing on the other side.

So we walk,
with your forceful arm around me,
“addicting as you are, we will never be one.”
I run.

I stumble, I fall,
and yet another hand tries to support me.
I fall.

~Lotus Blossom

That Little Sound


by: Glass Phoenix

that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.


the looks
the stares
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.

part of me wants to scream

fine! fine!
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper


i don’t say
a word.


they want to fold me up and stuff me in their NO-THING-UN-NORMAL box.
they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.
they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.


but i am no mirror of society
am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand



i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.


i am a window
to the real me.

Scarred by Immortal DayDreamer

They say the people that look the happiest are the most damaged Inside, so nobody can tell
They are the ones who have been through more than you could ever imagine, more than you would’ve ever guessed.

I found out that it’s true
But it’s not that we want to hide our past
Or that we want to forget it
It’s not something you can get over
We just want to make the best of what we have, and find out what’s around the next corner
We’re strong like that

No, we aren’t unstable
No, we don’t hide around in our beds all day
Maybe we want to
But we don’t

It’s because we believe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
There’s a reason we are still on this earth

Just because we haven’t found it yet
Doesn’t mean we never will

Because it is there
The reason we’re alive
And we’re not going to give up trying to find it
Not now, not ever
Because what doesn’t kill you makes you so much stronger
And life is worth living, even in the depths of despair
It will get better. It always does. It already is.

Artemis SLV After School Program 2014

In the fall of 2013 we began looking for a home for an after school program.
This search was inspired by two young women from our community who were looking for a way to give back to girls.
Emma and Ashley both found us through the facebook page and asked how and where thy could help!

It took several months but then we found Coast Redwood High School in Felton, California and we were off in February of 2014!

We had a generous grant from the Parent Booster Club of over $800.00 for scholarships to help fund the program.
With Ashley and Emma full of energy we set off and found 9 young women ages 14-18 to meet with once a week for 90 minutes.
Initially this was to be a 6 week program, but we ended up staying through the rest of the school year and even went to the beach on a Sunday afternoon just to celebrate.

Some of the things the girls had to say about the program in their surveys in May 2014:

“I know that no matter what’s going on in my life, or what emotional or physical state I’m in, I can count on all three of these amazing women for help and/or guidance. I really appreciate how much Ashley and Emma listen to what I’m feeling, always without judgment, and offer advice and help whenever they can. I really love how down to earth Kristen is, and I know that if I’m ever in a really challenging situation, she will not hesitate to do everything she can to help me, and I feel very comforted with how much strength she gives and has.”

“I just know I can trust these women and girls. They confided in me and I felt I could do the same. I’ve grown really close with them and I appreciate that they’ve made me feel so safe. I know that they won’t share anything to the outside world if I ask them not to. And they can give me advice in whatever I feel I need.”

“I probably wouldn’t be in the group if it wasn’t for Kristen, she is a supportive person and she has seemed genuinely interested in what I have to say, and that isn’t something I’ve experienced too many times in my life. I’ll honestly say that the day she wasn’t there I didn’t feel quite as comfortable in the group, the air in the room takes a different energy when she is there!”

“There was always talk of how whatever happens or is said in the circle, stays in the circle. I trust these girls completely, with anything….always!”

“Just the fact that you know that everything you say in Artemis won’t be talked about outside of the group helps a lot. Also knowing that anything you talk about won’t be judged and you will get great advice which was amazing!”

We are invited back for the 2014-15 school year!
With a base $1200.00 grant from the Parent Booster Club!


My sister ran away from home on her 18th birthday, when I was 14 years old. I will never forget that day, not in my entire life. Its like that quote, ‘you might forget what someone did to you, but you will never forget the way they made you feel.’

And on that day, I knew something was going to happen. I’m not sure how… It must have been a sisterly-connection. In any case, she was on the back of my mind throughout that busy day. It was my first cross country race of the season, which was a huge deal. The years leading up to that, I had never lost a race, and I had great expectations! We left after school, on a Friday, to the course. It was a long course up Donner Pass, all uphill to the finish! I not only finished first, but got the fastest time for a girl on the course. I was so proud. Afterwards we cooled off at a river and I talked to my long time crush, who would later become my boyfriend for the next 6 years. The whole time I thought of my sister, and felt guilty that I had been gone all day on her birthday! But I couldn’t wait to tell her the things that happened! My success in my race and the giddy butterflies from talking to Scottie.

I got home sort of late and only my parents and young siblings were home. In my heart I knew something wasn’t right… I asked my mom where my sister was and she said she had gone out with her best friend. I shrugged it off, still feeling sad I had not seen her. I went to bed feeling worried. I woke up in the middle of the night and walked into her room.. Her bed was empty. My heart knew something was wrong, but I went back to bed. I woke up in the morning to my mother’s crying voice across the hall. I stumbled in Rachel’s room half-asleep only to be handed a very small, typed paragraph, from my sister explaining that she had moved in with her boyfriend.

I was in shock. For a very long time. I felt numb. I had plans with my best friend that day, I went over and still hadn’t realized the entirety of my loss. I went to school on Monday. I saw her boyfriend on campus. He was in my band class. I had to get out of that class. I started taking art instead.

I would leave class to go to the bathroom, but instead I would wander the halls. I started crying. I couldn’t tell my new boyfriend, I thought he wouldn’t understand. And how could I expect him to? I didn’t even understand.

I didn’t talk to my friends about it, they wouldn’t know what to say if I did. I didn’t want to be pitied. I didn’t want to feel sorry for myself. I would get really angry sometimes. I would sit in her room and cry. I prayed for her to come back to me, I went outside in the middle of the night and prayed to the stars. In my dreams I told her over and over again how sorry I was.. I would sometimes think about wearing her favorite clothes. Her brown converse with the friendship bracelet still attached to the laces. I would put on one of her Beatles t-shirts and it would smell like her. I would quickly leave her room and close the door. These would be possessions our family would keep forever, in boxes, in our closets, always somewhere in the room, in our hearts, never forgotten.

I started to get angry with my parents. Why didn’t they try harder to reach her?

Why didn’t we drive to her boyfriend’s parent’s house where she was living?

My parents became sad. They started talking about moving away from Nevada City, saying it was better for my dad’s job. He was offered a position at Stanford.

We left Nevada City and moved to Santa Cruz. Things in my life changed, and I changed. I started to forget those late nights in the cabin, watching scary movies. I forgot all the weird voices we used to make. I didn’t hate her boyfriend/husband anymore. I didn’t blame her for anything, I didn’t care about the past. I just wanted her back in my life. I wanted the closest person in my life back. My hero, my best friend, my sister.

As more time went on, some days would go by that I nearly forgot. I wondered if she thought about me, if she were interested in my life.. What would have been different for me if I still had my older sister to talk to through high school? To be there for my first kiss and so on, my first prom, my last race.

I went to Vermont and I was starting another new chapter. I wondered what she was doing in Ohio.

We had talked a handful of times on facebook messages long after she left…. Nothing serious or real. Only that I missed her. Time had changed us… You can’t take back time. It didn’t feel like I was talking to my sister anymore.

She had two babies. Two precious babies that I’ve never met.

Recently I reached out to her. We went back and forth messaging. I was crying mad. I asked her why she really left all those years ago. And her answer was so simple I could hardly accept it. She couldn’t stand my parents fighting anymore. My dad’s drinking. I cried and cried. I told her she was wrong in thinking she was alone. That I too had gone through all of that. I also wished to leave many times. But I stayed. And I needed her to be there for me. I decided we needed to talk on the phone. I heard her voice for the first time in 8 years.

How could so many years go by without talking to someone who felt the same way you did? I always blamed myself. I had no idea the sole reason for her disappearance was something right in front of me. I felt cheated. I felt like I missed out on the best thing I had. I felt lied to by my parents, like they knew all along.

But I chose to forgive everyone.

Rachel and I haven’t talked since. Our lives are so different now. I can only hope the we can grow closer to each other as more time goes on. We are two different people now. Both much older and wiser. Leading two different lives. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. Miss her. Love her. Until the day I die.

By: E
Age 21