🪞 The Inner Geomancer Day 12: The Upstairs Shuffle

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Some truths are messy. 

Sloppy. 

Unfolded. 

Left on the floor.


And when guests come, We shuffle. 

We lift. 

We hide. 

We move the mess upstairs.


I watched it happen today. 

A quiet choreography of people-pleasing. 

Not malicious. 

Just habitual. 

A sorting of shame and pride.


I felt the urge to speak. 

To name it. 

To correct it. 

But I paused.


I remembered: 

This is a water sorting of mixed habits. 

This is a rhythm. 

A character.


I am not here to fix anyone. 

I am here to witness.


And in that witnessing, I asked myself: 

If I had my own house— Would I hide the truth? Or show it?


Would I curate for admiration? 

Or reveal for connection?


🪞 What parts of your life do you lift upstairs when guests arrive? 

🧭 What truths feel too sloppy to share? 

🌿 What would it feel like to welcome others into your unhidden home?


You are the geomancer of your own space. 

You get to choose what stays visible. 

You get to decide what feels honest, not just impressive.

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