Like you, I have worn some hats
Nurse practitioner. Artist. Wild woman. Mom. Myth junkie.
I’ve walked hospital halls and hiked volcanoes. I’ve cried on the floor and cast spells with my bare feet in the dirt.
Now, I tell the truth through story, poetry, ritual, and art.

I am Bria Bell — writer, healer, scholar, and mythographer.

For twenty years I sat in clinics and hospital rooms, stethoscope around my neck, holding pain that had no language.

I never wore a white coat — but the sterility lived in me.

I breathed evidence-based practice as my religion,

read studies like scripture,

and studied Western mythology with the same devotion.

The work of white walls asks for vines —

for poetry and for truth.

I learned that I could not heal anyone who was not ready,

but I could hold their hand while they remembered themselves.

Now my work lives where science meets story —

where the sacred feminine, myth, and body speak again.

I write and teach for the hungry ones:

the women who have been quiet too long,

who ache for joy,

who are ready to find the god of themselves.

Medicine for the hungry soul.

Offered through poetry, myth, and the wild art of being human.