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~ MARCH 4, 5, & 11th – 418 PROJECT, SANTA CRUZ ~

~ FRIDAY MARCH 18th – EAST BAY LOCATION, TBA ~
~ SATURDAY MARCH 19th – WAVE ST. STUDIO, MONTERREY ~
This year we are proud to donate a portion of our tickets sales to the Artemis Project, who empower the next generation of global game changers and world leaders by providing mentorship and skills development through summer camps, after school programs, retreats and community events.
To hear the whole story go to:www.artemis-project.org

ADVANCED TICKETS @ BROWNPAPERTICKETS.COM
Intended for a mature audiences.

Come witness an unforgettable storytelling performance, inspired by the work of Eve Ensler.

An evening of TRUE stories told LIVE by the courageous Women who lived them. Experience the passion, heartbreak, humor, truth, mystery, redemption, and wisdom spoken straight from the YoniVerse.

Go to BROWNPAPERTICKETS.COM
(click on the arrow to the right of the date to choose which night)
and get your advance tickets- only 3 nights in Santa Cruz before we move onto Monterrey and the East Bay!

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HAPPY 2016: NEW CLASSES, CLUBS AND EVENTS

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AFTER SCHOOL 2016: JANUARY TO JUNE

90 MINUTES PER WEEK

SLV HIGH: TUESDAY 3-4:30 ROOM H-202

FELTON ALTERNATIVE/ HOME SCHOOL GROUP: WEDNESDAY 1-2:30

LOCATED HERE: https://www.facebook.com/Felton-Commons-837756379626051/
Questions?

831-218-5878

No one turned away for lack of funds!
Payment plans and scholarships available.
WINTER/SPRING: 22 meetings: suggested donation of $380.00

 

UPCOMING:

Feature Article in Growing Up In Santa Cruz March 2016 Issue

Beneficiary of the YONIVERSE MONOLOGUES: Performances on March 3, 4, and 12th @8PM at the 418 Project in SC

REGISTER NOW FOR THIS NEW CLASS:

WRITING CLASS

JUNIOR HIGH AND HIGH SCHOOL AGED
THURSDAYS BEGINNING JANUARY 28TH

Learn to use the internet, not get used by it!
Express yourself,
Create your online Avatar!
Publish.

Registration through Santa Cruz Park and Recreation beginning Monday the 11th of January here: Santa Cruz Park and Rec Registration

Louden Nelson Center
420-5270

UPCOMING:

REGISTER FOR JEDI WARRIOR PRIESTESS Rites of passage weekends and week long empowerment trainings beginning APRIL 2016. Discounts for those in after school camps.

Intergenerational Red tent Fundraiser

 

Come celebrate, connect and immerse yourself…January 24th, 2015 4:30-10:00 p.m.

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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.

GET YOUR TICKETS AND RESERVE YOUR SPACE HERE:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1e_r84pc5OhYTn5td_iAdQwgLN70pqip6sbQA2u6Tez8/viewform

 

IF YOUR DAUGHTER WHO IS A PREVIOUS PARTICIPANT IN ANY ARTEMIS PROGRAM YOU CAN HAVE:

  • ONE ADULT AND TWO TEENS FOR $35.00
  • 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

http://maryastarkmusic.com/



* Heather Christie 

local singer/songwriter of Feral Fauna

http://feralfauna.com/

and her new project Cheraki

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



* Sarah Phinn of Lux Natura 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPT-5LJNKes



* Amrita Rose of Serpent Sanctum 

https://www.facebook.com/SerpentSanctum

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.

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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.

IF YOUR DAUGHTER WHO IS A PREVIOUS PARTICIPANT IN ANY ARTEMIS PROGRAM YOU CAN HAVE:

  • ONE ADULT AND TWO TEENS FOR $35.00
  • 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.

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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.

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

ha

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
no.

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 NO WISH OF SOMETHING NOT THERE!

i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.

I AM NO MIRROR OF ALL THAT ISN’T!

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
yet.”

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
ripple
as i breath on it.

all i wanted
was a hug.

~ Glass Phoenix

 

Confusion

Confusion

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

Tried To Kill The Pain. Instead I Loved It.

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
replaced.


~Lotus Blossom

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“I Couldn’t Put It Into Words” by Anonymous

I considered myself a risk-taker, but I never really would have thought of it as a risk.

I guess I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t prepared for something like this to happen. I guess what I mean is, I trusted him. Even though I’d always known it was a bad idea to do something like that, to trust someone, but I guess I was just too naive.

We were friends; we had met earlier that year, when he announced his strong liking for me. I didn’t feel the same way, and I made that clear, but like a lost puppy, he clung to me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on. I can’t say I liked it, to be honest it was kind of weird for someone to pay so much interest in me, but I guess I didn’t want to be mean, so I let him in, let him be my friend… let him get close to me. That was my first mistake.

He tried countless times, asking me out, saying how he couldn’t live without me, and making it known that he was extremely hopelessly depressed…. because he couldn’t have me.
That was like someone had ropes around my heart, and they would keep pulling tighter and tighter—I didn’t like it at all.

I couldn’t dismiss him as a friend, because that would …kill him. After all, I’m the best friend he’s ever had, the only one that didn’t just walk out. On the other hand, I couldn’t date him. Not only was I not attracted to him, but also so many aspects of him reminded me of my father, and it hurt sometimes.

They are both Pisces and have bipolar disorder, and they both have these little things that they do and say that are all too similar.

But I knew it wasn’t good, I couldn’t let it go on like this, because even one of his good friends approached me to tell me that his depression was based off me, and that if it was possible, I should try and arrange some distancing, so his depression didn’t swallow him up.

I knew it had to be done, but I just didn’t know how… I guess I was procrastinating, but I guess the universe solved that one for itself, the fateful night that it all went down.

We had been planning the camping trip for a while, and it finally happened. There were two two-person tents, and a 6-person tent. There were two couples, him, me, and this other boy. I guess nobody was really thinking, it just made sense at the time to let the couples have the 2 person tents, and to dump the rest of us in the big tent.

We were all in a good mood, having a good time, we just went with it. And it didn’t turn out to be a problem, the first night. We slept well, woke up, went on with our day, and it was all good, until the next night, the last night we were there. We all turned off our flashlights, said goodnight, and hit the hay. I was sleeping all right, but sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to his arms around me. Not holding me like I was a teddy bear, but rather, grabbing and groping my boobs. I was horrified, but I was also half asleep and for the most part, confused. I was thinking “what is he doing, what?” I pushed his hands away, rolled over, and fell back asleep.

What felt like maybe 10 minutes later, I woke up to the same thing, except he was grabbing my butt. By now I was very concerned and angry, and I grabbed his hands and firmly put them away, and rolled over again, but this time I waited, staring into the dark, waiting for him to do it again. Sure enough, he tried again. His hand movements were very cautioned, and I could’ve sworn he was awake. I pushed his hands away and rolled as far away from him as I possibly could, utterly terrified. I tried to stay awake, but I drifted to sleep once more.

It must have been about 5 in the morning when I woke again, because the sun was coming up.

It wasn’t bright yet, but I could barely make out where the roof of the tent was. The lighting was sort of..blue.

I woke up and I was in a vice grip. I couldn’t move his arms were so tightly around me. He was also dry-humping me. One of his hands was trying to get under my pants, in the front, and he was whispering to me “Becka… You’re mine. Nobody else can have you.”

When he said that, a huge rush of anger washed through me. I was immensely angry, and a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I grabbed his arm and threw it away, sitting up. He let go at once and I could tell he was “awake” now. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I sat there trying to comprehend what had just happened. “Are you ok?” He asked as if he had no idea what was wrong. I didn’t answer him. I had to get out of there, as far away as I could. I got out of my sleeping bag and out of the tent, it was pouring rain. I ran down the hill and into the bathrooms. It wasn’t until I got inside the bathroom and stood against the door that I realized; I was crying.
I crumpled to a pile on the floor and couldn’t breathe. The feeling, I couldn’t describe it. I was disgusted with myself. How could I have let that happen?!! I should’ve known not to sleep in the same tent as him. I should’ve gotten up the first time; I guess I figured he would stop… How could this happen. I paced the cold bathroom, cursing myself. I would never forgive him. I couldn’t. I couldn’t forgive myself, ever.

I yelled at the mirror, everything I wanted to go back and say to him. But the thing was, I didn’t want talk to him, didn’t want to see him ever again. I didn’t know what to do. Had he done more, while I was sleeping? I couldn’t stay in the bathroom. Something about that experience, waking up “trapped”, I hated the small space in the bathroom, I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out. I walked out into the rain and pretty soon I was soaked.

I didn’t want to go back to the campsite. I didn’t want to go back into the tent, not ever. I walked around the parking lot, clawing at my hair and face, trying to get the feeling out of my mind, the feeling of him around me, but it wouldn’t go away. I sat down against a car and let my head fall into my knees. I don’t know how long I stayed like that. Maybe half an hour, but it seemed like the time was going too slow. I didn’t want to go back to the campsite, but what if everyone was awake? They would wonder where I was, so I guess I went back thinking they were awake.

They weren’t.

I could tell he was, but I didn’t want to go back in there, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I walked over to a tree and sat in the moss until they all came out.

He tried to talk to me, but I made it clear that wasn’t going to happen. We ended up going on a hike, but he stayed there. It was nice, I didn’t have to see him, but it’s all that was on my mind. I was livid. How could I have let that happen? How could he disrespect me like that?

After the hike, we packed up and got into the car. He sat in front of me and I sat in the back. He passed me a note “What did I do?” I crumpled it into a ball, shook my head, and threw it at him. I couldn’t find the words; I didn’t want to talk to him at all.

It wasn’t until an hour after I got home, he messaged me on Facebook “Hey, what’s up?” I couldn’t hold back. I yelled at him through text, how could he do that, after all this time, how could he disrespect me like that. His responses were short and surprised, and very apologetic, but I was too angry to care.

At one point his friend (who was living with him at the time) messaged me and asked me why his buddy was so pale. He informed me that he had proceeded to throw up on his bedroom floor, and had no idea what he had done. I didn’t know what to make of that, there’s no way it could have been an accident. There’s no way he could’ve been “asleep”. But apparently, he was. But even then, I just couldn’t find it within me to believe it. People don’t DO that in their sleep.

But I can’t forgive him. After all this time, its still fresh in my mind, and honestly, I never want to see him, talk to him, or hear his name ever again. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t be his friend anymore. I just cant.

The other day it occurred to me what I should’ve done right from the start. I should’ve punched him. I really should’ve punched him, broke his nose, and walked away. I really should have. Why didn’t I? Because in the moment, after it happened, I didn’t want to punch him, touch him, or even look at him, ever again. I guess I was still trying to tell myself it didn’t actually happen, because, I guess, I never thought it would.

The thing is, I don’t CARE if it was an accident or not. That doesn’t erase the fact that it happened. And I don’t know what to do about it. I should be over it, but somehow I’m not. It still haunts me, and I had a nightmare about it happening again the other night, except in the nightmare, I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t get up, I was trapped, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And in the nightmare, he did things to me that I couldn’t escape, he was too strong. To say the least it was terrifying and I don’t know what to do with myself.

But I’m okay. I’m not going to let this affect me.

Its over.

Its done.

warrior

 

 

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FELTON COVERED BRIDGE PARK
TEENS ARE FREE
SUGGESTED DONATION: $20.00

Our goal is to have HUNDREDS of teens and those that love them come to the park in a public display of LOVE for The Artemis Project!

We have teamed up for our second seasonal 2 HOUR YOGA CLASS with acomplished local Yoginis Samantha S. Brown and Mary Zehr who have kindly committed to leading us and donating ALL PROCEEDS to the Artemis Girls Scholarship Fund which will directly support LOCAL TEENS in attending Artemis: SLV our after school program for girls aged 14-18 that live in the San Lorenzo Valley.

For more information: 831.218.5878

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