🚿 The Inner Geomancer Day 10: The Sanctuary of Water

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Some spaces become sacred by accident. 

Not because we planned it— But because we felt something there.


For me, it’s the shower. 

It’s where I cry. 

Where I sing. 

Where I practice gratitude. 

Where clarity arrives like steam on glass.


It’s where the energy clears. 

Where the water doesn’t just clean my body— It cleans my heart.


This space became my sanctuary. 

And then, others started using it more. 

I felt the boundary cross. 

I felt the ache of intrusion.


But the space whispered: 

“Share me with love, not fear.” 

So I did. And the energy began to sing again.


I realized: 

This space holds all of me. 

Sadness. Joy. Reflection. Release. 

And when I honor it, it honors me back.


🪞 What space in your home feels like a sanctuary? 

🧭 What emotions have you released there—and what clarity has arrived? 

🌿 What would it feel like to honor that space today, even if others enter it too?


You are the geomancer of your own soul. 

You don’t just clean with water. 

You cleanse with presence. 

You let the space sing.

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