Om the Night

Come stretch out with us once again for Om the Night yoga in the park.

Gather together with us to share in the positive vibes and energy that a summer evening, yoga and community can create. The evening will start at 5pm and come to a close around midnight.  It will be held at the Bandshell in Lamoureux Park on the lawn.

The schedule will be similar to last year’s and classes are drop-in and will be run on a donation basis with proceeds benefiting SASS for Women of SDG & A. There will be a mix of familiar faces and new, and stay tuned to our line up of instructors!

All levels of experience are welcome! It’s also recommended to bring a reusable water bottle and maybe some snacks.

More Information

volunteer@sassforwomen.ca or (613)-932-1755 ext.27

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Girl Spoken Summer Camp

SASS’s March Break camp is now a Summer camp!

Girl Spoken uses creativity, art, and self-expression to explore issues facing young girls, including:

  • Identity
  • Body Image
  • Healthy Relationships
  • Effective Communication

Girl Spoken is a free summer camp for girls ages 9 through 12. It will run from August 20th to August 24th from 9:00am to 12:00pm. The camp will be held at SASS on 123 Amelia Street in Cornwall, ON.

To Register and/or More Information

volunteer@sassforwomen.ca or (613)-932-1755 ext.27

WE Moves at Pride Fest 2018

Reclaiming our bodies. Our unity and selves through the power of dance together at Pride Fest.

Join us in dance workshops in Lamoureux Park on Saturday, July 14th from 1:30pm – 2:30pm. All you have to do is show up and boogie.

We are Empowered by self-expression through movement! We are Empowered by moving together and supporting one another! We are Empowered by sharing an experience together in a healthy and physical way!

Teacher include BCDC dancers, Kevin Jans & Tracy Gordon, Melanie Bennett, Jacynthe Villemaire, Feryn King, Amanda Marini-Rohde and more!

∗ There will also be several surprise guests dancers performing! ∗

Styles offered:

  • Acro
  • Contemporary
  • Hip Hop
  • Traditional First Nations Dances
  • Folk Dance
  • Express Yourself
  • Ballroom

More Info

volunteer@sassforwomen.ca or (613)-932-1755 ext.27

Walking with the Gals! Part II

Join us for a walk in the park!

Starting July 3 to August 7 every Tuesday morning, we will meet at the Clocktower in Lamoureux Park at 9:00am and walk for about 45 minutes.

We will wait at the Clocktower for 15 minutes and then begin our walk at 9:15am.

All levels are welcome! You don’t need to have previous experience, as the purpose of this is to get out, move and enjoy each other’s company.

In case of rain, the walking group will relocate to inside the Civic Complex and meet at the bottom of the ramp.

More Information

email: volunteer@sassforwomen.ca or (613)-932-1755 ext. 27

 

Girl Spoken After School Camp

SASS’s March Break camp is now an after school camp!

CREATIVE VOICES FOR CHANGE!

Girl Spoken uses creativity, art, and self-expression to explore issues facing young girls, including: – identity – body image

Thursdays from 2:45-4:30 April 26th to May 31st @ Cornwall Public Library In Boardroom (upstairs)

A collaboration with the Cornwall Public Library and the Sexual Assault Support Services for Women of SDG&A

Registration is required as space is limited. 

Register: 613-932-1755 ext. 27 volunteer@sassforwomen.ca

EPIPHANY STRING

“We play a game with time and life, like a pair of rolling dice.” ~unknown

I came across the above quote just shy of the beginning of the new year. It had so much to say within the few seconds it took to read it…

Remnants of ember ink render themselves to a surrendering shape. The past slowly creeps upon her. Reminiscing in different tones, and she’s become a little deaf. Shadows talk. Her shifting movement escapes the echoing grip. She smiles a little, and then a little more.

The winter solstice came and went. Receding with it, the patterns and permeation of the past. With a celebratory candle in hand, she secured her vows. The cocooning darkness of winter kindled hopes. Breathed fertility into the days unfolding. The goal crested. Heart centered propulsion was rising, greeting the new year with abundant dreams. And another cycle began. A steady stream of changes were moving in like mystic mist. Waves hushed and rolling.

The rhythm of her heart galloped like a hundred readied mustang. Moonlight rebellion fighting fires in her bloodstream. There was a soft light burning loose. Her word was given, a blossom budding. She built a new body beneath double January moons, fought the world for her own hand. Steady and vulnerable. Sure and secure.

The silent purity of black and white stretched out within frosted breath. Ideas and chains unfolding within eyesight. Incredulous and captivating she danced within the imagination of her soul. She owned a New Year wish. Something unprecedented to try on.  Not always one to follow expected norms, she laid faith out to be disassembled and reborn, and then peered out of a cage. Her soul was conjuring an escape plan, molding and moving.

Winter nights are crisp, and clean. Clarity and peace seem to define them. They possess ethereal silence that calms, speaking many languages.  She found herself on many different  paths. Each of them contributing to the wholeness of change. She awoke beneath the sun. Settled into the woods. Breathed in the deep darkness of winter sky, nestled into serene silence. But the wind, it was recalled most, always coming back with wisdom neatly enveloped in revelation.  It hit her face as expectations fell away, intuition swaying in unknown directions. Leading was an unequivocal sense of elation.

Winter whispers a quiet dream time. Dark edges. A womb in which to huddle in the safety of transcendence. Intentions bear the mentioning of fruit to be born. Fabricated with gold heart filaments, barriers willfully fall away, unraveling time.

This was vision. A promissory note from fate that her spirit dared to cultivate. Not an average New Year resolution. That was the brightly painted point.

Dare. A simple word owning the boldness of flaming synonyms; risk, venture, hazard, challenge, defy, invite.

Outstretched and clear eyed, feet have hit the ground moving a purpose forward. Her body resonates with a savage warrior cry sounding across bridged distance. Poking and whispering secrets grow, readied for unleashing.  Things would never be the same, she gathered the invisible and cradled it in her arms. Slipping quietly into the new. The promise of spring dawning waited patiently. It has something in store. Something so secret she could only grasp it’s vague sense, the warmth of it gently kissing her forehead.

The smoke signals rose. Signing for the future.

The blue moon was conspiring. Hoarding gifts. Sent to deliver a message. Asking slyly what a name sounds like when you throw it into the wind. And so she threw her cards skyward, just to watch them fall…

S. Mallory

MARCH BREAK Girls Empowerment Camp

Emotional Creature  (age 13 +)

The program, created by Eve Ensler, uses

dramatic arts and a final performance piece

to explore the lives of girls around the world.

Topics include:

  • self esteem
  • peer pressure
  • healthy romantic relationships
  • mental health self-care

 

March 12TH—16TH     9am—4pm

@ SASS for Women 123 Amelia St

Register: 613-932-1755 ext. 27

volunteer@sassforwomen.ca

 

 

The Vagina Monologues – V-Day 2018

In 2018, staging a production of The Vagina Monologues or A Memory, A Monologue, A Rant and A Prayer is more than just a theatrical experience; it is an ARTISTIC UPRISING, a RADICAL act, an ACT OF RESISTANCE.

On February 17th, 2018, at 6pm, V-Day Cornwall will present a one-night only benefit reading of Eve Ensler’s award winning play The Vagina Monologues at The Best Western Parkway Inn & Conference Centre.

It’s been almost 20 years since V-Day was founded, since Eve Ensler’s play The Vagina Monologues shattered taboos, sharing the stories of women as they had never been told before. 2018 will be it’s 20th year.

“Welcome to V-Season 2018. It’s hard to believe we are here at this moment in our movement’s history. While the stakes could not be higher, we feel the energy of rising up, of resistance, of bold artistic energy and creativity coming forward from V-Day and One Billion Rising activists across the globe. We witness it in your performances and your risings. At the City of Joy in Congo, over one thousand women survivors will have graduated by the end of 2017, and the documentary film also entitled CITY OF JOY is enjoying a successful run at film festivals across the world, exposing audiences to the message of Turning Pain to Power. We could not feel more committed to the work at hand and the movement with V-Day and OBR activists worldwide at its core – is more active than ever, producing art for social change, activating communities and colleges, raising crucial funds for rape crisis shelters, domestic violence shelters, local programs for transgender youth at risk of sexual violence, for immigrant women and girls, and many more groups reflecting the needs of their communities.”   www.vday.org

Blessed Be

Divides. Chasms.

Trenches between dreams and reality.  Invisible barriers with names. They’re crafty little spaces of contemplation and change. They can give rise to possibility, if tended to in such a way…

Halloween has come and gone. Following closely behind, the most recent full moon. I perused some emails and came across an article on how to live like it’s Halloween everyday. My curious nature had been poked thus I opened the email, and took a peek at the content. I wasn’t sure what to expect since the internet is rife with click bait. What I found was somewhat surprising. A little cliche, but the basis and content was palpable. The message had a voice. It was relatable and universal in it’s own right.

Celebration of roots and sacredness. The divine feminine. The article was an elaboration on modern day witches. Wise healers portrayed as nothing more. Women with gifts in modern day. A feminine portrayal of a journey many may never have considered or have forgotten.

How do you define a woman? Or a witch for that matter? The word witch itself is apt to conjure stereotypes. And if I were to insert the word pagan, what images might arise? How great of an influence did the middle ages have upon this melodious practice of art and soul? Is it not a dangerous and impossible game to make attempts at defining the nature of a woman? Many have tried. To cage that spirit. To define it. Quiet it. But that spirit, the idealism and truth that embodies woman can never quite be eliminated can it…

There is an intimacy, blessedness and devotional sense breathing within the sanctuary of the witch. How do you define something so undefinable. A witch, in essence moves in tandem with nature. True to her spirit. Undefined in her resiliency and beauty, she is a woman. Pure. Simple as she chooses to be. A pursuer of the matriarchy. Nurturing in spirit. She is what she chooses to be. The definitions can be as broad and captivating as the oceans and winds. Flames glowing quietly behind the blanket of night.

I think in this supposed modern era, we’ve lost and are losing many traditions that made the earth rich. Traditions that feed and nurture the soul. In all aspects of life there tends to loom some threatening idea attempting to silence some voice or another. Whatever the place in time, it’s important to feed a sense of belonging. Whether it be to one’s self, the world or one another. But silence I think can’t be observed without victims. Without far reaching consequence. Women have an immense depth of power at their disposal. Abundant virtues stemming from their sexuality, intuition, nurturing and spirituality. Ritual and tradition should be deemed sacrosanct.

Reverence for life and humanity resides at the core of the pagan philosophy. Like so many other preconceived ideas that have faltered in the face of judgment and fear, the path of the witch has endured it’s hardships. The plight of woman is no different. They are in their own ways related. Familiar to one another. It’s the same for witchcraft, shamanism and the like. At the heart of many spiritual concepts you will find similar beliefs within the core. I think the ideal state to be reached and conceived lies within. Leaving behind labels and misconceptions. Let the healers, dreamers, and lovers be. Fusion is the epitome. The cathedral of the heart where one can be fulfilled with the way of their choosing. Faithful to themselves and what they believe to be sacred. Free to roam. Free to choose.

What is life is not lived with magic and dreams? What is this earth without woman and the gifts she has to offer?

Ritual and reverence have their place in this world. Even if they are scoffed at and at times left behind. That makes them all the more powerful. I can’t imagine a world without the ancestry of tradition. Refreshed and brushed of these neglected ways can benefit the world. I think more than ever the world is in need of something nurturing. Something warm. A sisterhood of understanding. A sparking secret. A spirit in flight. Not the kind on a broom, or donning a pointy witch hat. But a sense of communing sisterhood. Of adorning nature with her rightful place. A memory unearthed. The healing of the spirit of woman, unleashed and flowing. Who is woman? What does she have to offer? What imprints are being left upon the earth?

S.Mallory