Brigid Galloway Greenwood

I lived in the South for 58 years. I was content there, but I knew it wasn’t my forever home. When my son departed for college, my world opened up. I longed for a new purpose, and for a renewed sense of community and connection.

I prayed for direction and was open to the possibilities. The Universe, or Divine Providence, or God (whatever you want to call it), delivered an unexpectedly awesome answer. Literally out of the blue, I was invited to take a road trip to Moab, Utah by my high school crush (also born in Little Rock in 1962), who reached out to me during the pandemic. I admit I had to consult Google to find Moab on the map. I had rarely traveled in the West.

I hadn’t hiked or camped in the wilderness in decades. Had never been on an MTB. Had not experienced the beauty of the desert landscape or paddled downriver on a SUP. But somehow this amazing man —who had done all those things and more — said, “Come with me!” And to my credit, I took a leap of faith and jumped in the passenger seat of his Tacoma pick-up. We’ve been on this adventure ever since.

Today, I love getting lost in Nature. Right now, hiking is my passion. It allows me to connect with my body and get out of my head — at least for a little while. There’s nothing better than straying off the trail and using my gut instincts (and occasionally an AllTrails map) to find my way back home. Professionally, I’ve been a freelance writer for decades and I love sharing experiences as a means for personal discernment. I believe everyone has a wewave story and I can’t wait to hear yours.