author avatar

Noa Bridson

SUBSCRIBE

A Window

January 18, 2017

At Pearson College I took this course in philosophy in which we studied free will for a month.  To be honest, reading the works of Holbach and Sarte and positing if the caged bird was free or not, really was of little interest to me. Little did I know however, that the events that would proceed in...

Read More

A Window

January 16, 2017

At Pearson College I took this course in philosophy in which we studied free will for a month.  To be honest, reading the works of Holbach and Sarte and positing if the caged bird was free or not, really was of little interest to me. Little did I know however, that the events that would proceed in...

Read More

Learning like a Child

October 24, 2016

One might assume, as I initially had, that turning 19 and moving half way across the world to a foreign land meant I had finally “grown up”.  However, literally every conversation I have, every thing I try to do here, I am reminded how much of a baby I am.   Instead of asking, “why the water...

Read More

Where in the World is She?

October 9, 2016

Three years away from home,  three hours North of Quito and three weeks living here in rural Ecuador, I find myself crouched in my bedroom collecting beetles for dinner as I listen to the synchronized squeals of the guinea pigs and my 2 year old brother.  Much has happened since I first arrived weeks ago, and while...

Read More

When Adventure Calls

September 17, 2016

Here I am sitting in a complete foreign city, crunched in a ball because of "traveler's stomach", feeling lost in culture I don't know and stifled by a language I can't speak. Yet if you asked me how I feel I would answer without hesitation "happier than ever!!" You see adventure isn't comfortable, it isn't...

Read More

Dreaming

September 3, 2016

Noa Santana Bridson​ A name that blossomed from the love created by some crazy hippy couple living in South Korea in the mid-1990's. A name that carries the meaning " the one who wanders". A name that plays the strings of my parents favourite love song. A name that tells the story of my unruly...

Read More