Some truths can’t be uncovered until the body screams them out. This piece is part two of a multi-part series from my solo shadow work ritual week in Port Ludlow. It explores what happened during my plant medicine journey—and what emerged through my body before my mind could understand.
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This summer, I took myself on a solo shadow-work week to Port Ludlow — no distractions, no performance, just me, the forest, and the sea. What unfolded was one of the most honest and unfiltered descents I’ve ever walked into. Brutal at times. Sacred at others. All of it necessary.
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We both tried to be the “right shape” for each other. But the cost of fitting in was the death of truth. This is what happens when the whispers become screams—and you realize you’re the only one who can save yourself.
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This isn’t a story about endings. It’s a story about the fire that rises when you stop performing and start telling the truth. About love. About self. About what you’re no longer willing to carry into the future.
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Have you ever watched a dahlia bloom in slow motion? It doesn’t just open. It unfurls—layer by layer. A cycle of birth, death, and becoming again. This reflection is what bloomed through me after witnessing that.
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The night someone tried to take the name I’ve been building for years, a storm broke open over Charlotte—and so did I. This is how The Unfinished Human Podcast was born. Not from strategy. From soul. From fire. From knowing.
