The Radical Wait

Sometimes the most radical thing you can do is not to take action — but to wait.

Apr 27, 2025

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The Old Me Would Have Jumped

I used to take advice as truth.
Act fast. Please everyone.
Move mountains before I even checked in with myself, checked in with my body. Move from the thoughts and inspirations of the mind.

But something radical has shifted.

I'm reclaiming my truth by continuously clearing old patterns — that others know better.

This has been a homecoming.
To trust. To softness. To not rush.
Even when timelines are tight.

When the Divine Changes the Plan

It was time to leave my friend’s place in the UK, and in typical Brooke-style, I had options on the table, but had not decided where I was going yet. Not from poor planning, but because… well, the Divine often changes it up. For me, it’s about listening: Where am I truly needed now?

Glastonbury had been calling quietly for a few weeks. And while I wasn’t sure where I would go next, a part of me wanted to experience Glastonbury before heading to the following location: Madrid, Canaries, the US, or perhaps even somewhere else in the UK.

I went to Glastonbury for a few days, thinking it would be a trip to make connections for my artwork, time to recalibrate my energy. Instead, I had two incredible Shamanic healing sessions (thank you, Eddie Peacock and Kestrel!), visited the sacred sites, and went through beautiful recollections and soul-retrievals. I had been to Glastonbury before, but hadn't visited the sacred sites, which was interesting because I had no interest last time I went, which means it wasn't the time. (More on my trip in upcoming articles!)

I knew after this trip, I needed to make a decision, and that was in the background, weighing on me. I thought, okay, after this, I will go to the Canaries, have time to create, to paint with some healing time by the sea, that I needed to isolate and go on a self-made retreat to create.

During these days, I received a message from my mentor that “It’s not the Canaries. It’s the US.”

Cue resistance and spinning. It was not in my original plan/timing.

I tried everything — muscle testing, which usually brings me clarity. But it was off. Inconsistent, different numbers on different days. Adding to my confusion and overwhelm, getting lost in the mental plane.

I had mentioned to my brother that I would come home, and I could feel the stress it added to him with his new job. I didn’t want to add that pressure. The US didn’t FEEL right.

A part of me also felt I had failed — that my time in the UK hadn’t built the momentum I had hoped for. Parts of me came to the surface to be seen and held: the perfectionist, the one with immense pressure to make the “right” decision.

Honestly? My soul just wanted sun. Solitude. A creative cocoon.

My energy was frazzled. I asked for advice - received conflicting feedback and it only spun me out more. And yet… even that spinout, the overwhelm, the anxiety, I am seeing now, was sacred.

I realized part of me believed I had to go on an artist’s retreat to create. That it had to look a certain way. Amidst all this uncertainty, I created a beautiful soul-felt abundance program (more on this later 😍) — all of this while moving between Glastonbury, the countryside, and another hotel.

It was like my soul nudging me, reminding me, I am in charge, there are no limits to how and when I am inspired to create, let go of control.

With these powerful sessions, there was a lot to integrate, a lot of energy that needed to land.

It was frustrating, and I was demanding an answer from my body. “Where do you want to go next?!”

And the only clear answer I could understand and get was that my body clearly did NOT want to get on a flight. I got a “no” for several days. My body wanted stillness.

So I Waited

Not from fear.
But because the next step wasn’t ready to be known.
And I clearly couldn’t force it.

Meanwhile, I was browsing Airbnbs in the Canaries, feeling certain that’s where I was heading.

Sitting in bed one night, I felt a shift. A quiet change inside. Suddenly, the Canaries didn’t feel so charged. My “certainty” dissolved.

The next morning, I left a voice note for my dear friend Ana Maria Duque, an incredible angel reader, and she confirmed what I was sensing:

Energetically, a new version of me was being birthed. That’s why the ground beneath me felt so unstable.

And just hearing that… I relaxed.
It’s not that I wasn’t aligned. It’s that I needed to let the energies land.
I just needed space to allow.

And then — something even funnier happened.

I spoke with my brother, and the energy was different, more open, receptive, encouraging me to come home for a break.

It reminded me: we are not just working with our energy. Not just our plan, but the timelines of others, too.

I felt like I had been on a wild goose chase. And the wildest part? Then, after time to integrate, time extending my hotel three times (all within 10 days), the US did feel right.

I gave it space. Told myself, “Okay — if this still feels right tomorrow, I’ll book the flight.” And there it was, a peace with the decision, despite my ego’s resistance, stories, and all that needed to be processed.

What surprised me was this: The next step for the next few weeks was not a big adventure. Not Canaries. Not Scotland. Not a mystery land for deep interviews and soul expansion.

Just this:

My body wanted to go home.

It wanted peace.
It wanted family.
It wanted to be held.
It wanted to create — but not out of isolation.

And that felt true. So I booked the flight.

Sometimes the Most Radical Choice Isn’t Expansion. It’s Softening.

It’s listening to our own voice in the storm of others’ or even waiting until we FEEL it.
It’s sitting in the unknown and giving it room to breathe.
It’s trusting that when your soul is ready to rise, the next step will rise to meet it.

I know my creativity will bloom. I know the Canaries will call again.
But this time, my soul said rest.