Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Hi Reader,

For a long time, my inner life got fed crumbs.

Not intentionally. That's not how it happens, right? Nobody decides to put themselves last. It just becomes the shape of things — the default setting you stop questioning because you're so busy living it.

I couldn't even tell you when exactly it moved to the bottom of the list.

(Not because I didn't care. Because I cared about everything else first.)

My heart's desires got the 10 PM hour when the house was finally quiet and I was already spent. The margins of weekends. The "I'll get to it someday" treatment.

But that all changed when a deeply intuitive friend pulled a card for me I've never forgotten:

A maiden in a tower, surrounded by teetering piles of books, so lost in all that beautiful preparation and planning that she was completely missing the world happening right outside her window. And her cat, living its full cat life in the sunbeam, tail twitching, watching.

I laughed out loud with recognition. Then I felt a little sick.

Because I was that woman.

Caught in the logic of endless preparation and waiting to be ready. And telling myself a story that made this feel not just acceptable, but a kind of virtue.

So humble of me, so responsible of me, yada yada... 😉

This is, of course, a very old story for women. We are raised toward usefulness, toward service, toward the management of everything — and somewhere in the middle of all that management, the wilder, more instinctive life goes underground. (Thanks, cat, for the reminder.)

It doesn't die. It waits. It finds you, eventually, in the exhaustion, the growing refusal to keep spending yourself on what no longer fits, the strange ache for something... else.

Midlife is when the tower walls become visible.

Not as a trap. As invitation.

I've built something for women who are ready to come down from their version of that tower. And I want to tell you everything about it — with lots of room for your questions.

On Thursday, April 16th, I'm hosting a free Open House for my new program, The Alchemy of Permission. In our hour together, I'll walk you through what the four weeks look like so you can get a feel for the container.

​Register here.​

I'd love to see you there!

With love, Brooke

P.S. On Sunday I'll return with a few questions about your own tower — what it has sheltered you from, what it has cost you, and what might be asking to come through.

Through coaching, creativity, and ritual, I guide women back to the parts of themselves they were taught to tamp down—their wild, their creativity, their intuition. The women I work with are hungry for depth, meaning, and the relief of not doing life alone anymore.

You'll find me in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, where I live with my husband Dustin, our daughter Thea, two clever border collies, and an ever-growing collection of handmade mugs for Egyptian Licorice Mint tea.