Images: Jill Damatac Futter, featuring teacher Bridgette Trezza

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you’re bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
if it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.



Growing up in the electric folds of New York City, Bridgette never expected to fall for yoga. One day after being forced in by a friend to try yoga, she immediately felt connected to the creativity, movement, and space that each class provided. She aspires to recreate these feelings in her own class, while weaving together an environment that allows students to question the inner workings of their body and mind. She finds endless inspiration in the beauty and complexity that breath, asana, a fun play-list, and what an open heart can conjure.

She received her 200hr teacher training at Yogamaya New York and would like to send endless thanks to Stacey and Bryn for their invaluable teachings and inspiring devotion. Bridgette is grateful for every teacher and student who has crossed her path, as each has allowed her to remain the ever-searching student.