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I’m Bridget.

Not really. That’s not really my name but if I could have named myself, I would’ve picked Bridget. It’s bold and fiery and fearless, exciting, brave, adventurous, and confident! So for all pseudonym and mysterious purposes, that’s how you will know me on here.

This little blog is all about my tango life…the highs, lows, surprises, intrigues, mysteries, questions, revelations, and new experiences. It’s all amazing and fantastic to me and I’m inviting you to be a part of this story. Share in the joy and discovery and wonder and see what resonates with you! Take with it what you will :)

Letting Go and All That Jazz

Posted on May 21, 2013 by

The last few days have been like a personal invitation to warmth, delight, treasure, and restoration. I have not felt the need to be sexy, glamorous, or smoldering. And ironically, putting no effort into my appearance (besides the pampering effects … Continue reading →

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Ambivalence

Posted on May 15, 2013 by

I’ve been thinking a lot about Greece lately. I keep losing things I bought there. The first time I lost something, I didn’t sit in the sadness for some time. I was too enraptured by my surroundings. The second time, … Continue reading →

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Whimsically Generous

Posted on May 5, 2013 by

I saw a solo salsa performance this week. Can someone tell me, are these a thing? There was something missing. ‘Scuse me for being a little blunt, …..a partner was missing. The movements were fluid and neat and I had … Continue reading →

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Intention, Reflection, and Discovery

Posted on April 28, 2013 by

  I love Postsecret. A man named Frank Warren started it. When I was thinking about how to describe it, a few words kept popping up: Community, snail mail, art, and secrets–funny, painful, terrifying, and bonding….love letters, prayers, comedic and … Continue reading →

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Paradox

Posted on April 26, 2013 by

I’m reading this book called The Courage to Teach by Parker Palmer, which is another book full of wise gems to write on sticky notes, in journals, to memorize, to practice, to repeat, to share. This week, I read super slow through … Continue reading →

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Students and Teachers and Togetherness and Learning

Posted on April 1, 2013 by

Far From the Tree Reflections, Part 2 “There is no such thing as a baby–meaning that if you set out to describe a baby, you will find you are describing a baby and someone. A baby cannot exist alone but … Continue reading →

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Apples (Far From the Tree Reflections, Part 1)

Posted on April 1, 2013 by

This week I have been intellectually, emotionally, and physically challenged. Not beaten up. Not overwhelmed.  Challenged. The challenges were stimulating, engaging, and made me feel like I accomplished great work that I could be proud of. Being a work in … Continue reading →

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Communicating Meaning

Posted on April 1, 2013 by

I have been hooked on this tv show called “Switched at Birth” on ABC Family. The premise of the show is that two families, from very different backgrounds, are bonded together because their babies were….you guessed it, switched at birth. … Continue reading →

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“The Dancing Brain”

Posted on April 1, 2013 by

Dancing is good for you. Why? You, me, ‘we’ could list many, many reasons. For me, dancing has always been my life. Like many girls, I started ballet at age 3. Maybe 2? I don’t think I said, “Hey Mom, … Continue reading →

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Wild Geese

Posted on April 1, 2013 by

Another poem this week…..read “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver. http://www.panhala.net/archive/wild_geese.html Now, this poem, I can get on board with. Reading through it, I think the speaker is an older mentor soothing a young, burdened protege. The young one is trying. … Continue reading →

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