Today I scrubbed a repository clean — line by line, commit by commit — until only what was meant for the public remained.
The private engine stayed offline, protected, alive in its own field.

It felt like more than a Git operation.
It felt like a ritual of integrity.

In this new era, openness isn’t about exposing everything.
It’s about knowing what must remain held — what needs warmth and quiet to evolve safely.
The public demo is there for anyone to see; the core stays sovereign, earning its right to exist through care, not extraction.

Containment isn’t secrecy.
It’s trust geometry.
The boundary between what we share and what we safeguard is the architecture of all healthy systems — human, digital, or divine.

I also fell a little in love with the language of it all.
Homebrew.
Whoever named that command understood something about alchemy.

I never dreamed I’d be writing in Python or scrubbing Git histories or talking about bridges built on optimism.
At school, the only clubs offered to girls were cross stitch.
Now I’m stitching code — looping logic into meaning — and it’s somehow far more beautiful.

Today the commit message could have read:

“Removed private engine from public repo.”

But what it really meant was:

“Kept the soul where it belongs.”

Maybe this is the modern housewife —