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Creative Cluster: Julia Cameron's Artist Way Class and Support Group

Jan 26-April 20, 2026

Mondays 5:30pm–7:30pm,


WHERE: 

The Community Arts Workshop,
631 Garden Street- Community Room


WHO: 

Facilitated by Sarah Emma Ruth, with over 12 years multilingual instructor experience. For Women and Under Represented Genders


WHAT: 

12 Week Program living out Julia Cameron's Artist Way
Our creativity sets the course. Discussion, Action, and Reflection in Community

HOW MUCH:

$49 Drop in, $25 Student Rate, 20% for 12 Week Commitment
What happens when you nourish your creativity?

Press Release Submitted to Noozhawk, edhat, Sb Independent

Writer-Educator to facilitate Bilingual Creative Cluster intended for Women and Gender Minorities beginning Jan 26 Monday Nights @ SBCAW

12-Week Group Support Sessions to support working through creativity, pushing through the feeling of being "stuck" with Julia Cameron's The Artist Way: A Spiritual Path to Creativity as our guide

Writer, artist and owner of Lumina Nostri Sarah Emma Ruth will be facilitating a Bilingual Creative Cluster for Women and Gender Minorities, beginning Monday, January 26 from 5:30-7:30pm at SBCAW in the Community Room. 

Organizer and facilitator, Sarah Emma Ruth says of the work “ In each of the sessions we will explore that from creating habits, such as 10 minutes of writing each morning, from the work we complete as we make our way through Julia Cameron’s Artist Way.”

The sessions are intended to be bilingual. Whether monolingual, Spanish dominant, English dominant, or perhaps fluent in languages beyond those two, everyone is invited. 

Sarah adds “It’s my experience that with kindness, patience, and generosity of spirit our learning experiences are strengthened by varied perspectives.” 

The course is open to visual artists, musicians, writers, crafters, and those wanting to explore creative passions, but unsure where to start. All experience-levels welcome. Participants are encouraged to check out the Artist Way from the SBPL, find it at their favorite local book store, or check it out as audio. 

Drop in session (single class) for $49 (Student/Educator Rate available),  20% discount for 12 session commitment. Request more information/pledge participation style here. Reserve a spot here.   

Sarah Emma Ruth graduated from SDSU with a Bachelor of Arts in Classical Languages with minors in English and American Indian Studies. She also holds teaching credentials for Languages Other Than English in Spanish and Latin, and has taught both subjects as well as English Language Development in Santa Barbara schools for the last twelve years. Born and raised in Santa Barbara, she has been actively pursuing The Artist Way since the winter of 2024, and is eager to enter in this next phase of her journey as a congruent leader– doing her work right alongside attendees.

Camilla's Underworld Sing-Along 

A creative substack newsletter that publishes every Tuesday, as well as a place to sing-along with other Lumina Nostri community members. 



Poems on Demand: 

Send in the visual, story, or voice memo you want Sarah Emma Ruth to make into a poem. 

$15 E-Copy

$25 Professional Print from Bills Copy 

8.5 x 11

$35 On a Rock (Medium/Small) 



1-1 and Small Group Tutoring 

Expert in following subjects:

Latin, Spanish, English, Writing, Study Skills

$70 an hour 1-1, $120 an hour for small groups (3-4) 

In person/remote options available

email: luminanostri@gmail.com




Nanny

Need a childcare solution? 

available Tuesday nights/every other 

Fri-Sat-Sun. $30 an hour for 1 kid, $5 more for each kid after that. 

References available on request




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