Bridget has spent all of her remembered life as a storyteller. She told stories to herself before she could write, she told stories to her teachers as she grew and she will tell stories to you now. Stories hold our wisdom. Fiction and non-fiction are a matter of opinion.

Bridget has always been an emotional being, loving and being loved by family, friends, her husband, strangers on the street. She’s learned that to be a healthy human is to be both separate and connected while living with an open heart. The deepest of challenges.

Bridget has spent almost half her life holding space for humans to bravely push through hurtful stories to the learning this life has on offer. As a therapist she has seen deep pain resolve, stuck people get free and souls discover their true purpose. What a gift to live this close to the edge of the light and the shadow.

Bridget gets to be a mother. A weighty responsibility to love, to guide, to respect the sovereignty of two unique spirits. It has taught her that she is not that important. That she is essential. That we are all different and all the same. There is mystery in everything. And that the juice of life, is in what we can savor right now.

Bridget is in the dirt, the wind making leaves flutter, the light that casts a rainbow on a wall and the water dripping from the gutter. So are you. So are we all.