🌫 The Inner Geomancer Day 16: The Dust We Don’t Claim

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Dust collects. 

Quietly. 

Relentlessly. 

Even when we’re not looking.


I used to think dust was harmless. 

Just a sign of time. 

Just a layer of life.


But I’ve noticed— Dust suffocates. 

Not all at once. But slowly. 

Like thoughts that aren’t mine. 

Like emotions I didn’t choose. 

Like stories I didn’t speak—but still carry.


Some thoughts are like dust. 

They drift in. 

They settle. 

They linger.


They’re not in my control. They’re not mine to resolve. But they live in my space. And over time, They make it hard to breathe.


I’ve learned: 

If I don’t clear them, They become part of the architecture. 

They shape how I move. 

How I feel. 

How I respond.


So I sweep. 

Not just the corners of my home— 

But the corners of my mind.


🪞 What thoughts have settled in your space that don’t belong to you? 

🧭 Where do you feel suffocated—and what dust needs clearing? 

🌿 What would it feel like to name the dust, not just clean it?


You are the geomancer of your own breath. 

You don’t have to carry what drifts in. 

You don’t have to live beneath the dust. 

You get to clear. 

You get to choose. 

You get to breathe again.

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