Blissful Mornings - Where the Light Enters

The room had been filled for years—shelves lined with books that once shaped her thoughts, papers stacked with remnants of dreams sketched but never spoken, little trinkets and mementos holding echoes of moments both tender and forgotten.

Today, Mira stood in the doorway, barefoot, the soft morning light pouring in through the half-drawn curtains. She exhaled, feeling the weight of what this space had carried.

She had always thought of clearing as an act of letting go, of saying goodbye. But as she picked up the first book, running her fingers along its worn spine, she realized—this was not about loss. It was about making room.

One by one, she moved through the room, not with haste, but with presence. Each object held a story, and she honored them as she decided what would stay and what would find a new place.

The process was slow, intentional—an act of love not just for the space, but for herself.

As the shelves grew lighter, the room began to breathe differently. The air felt clearer, the light seemed to stretch further, touching corners long forgotten. Mira felt something shift within her, mirroring the space she was creating.

She paused at the center of the room, hands resting on the last box of things to be released. A quiet knowing filled her.

“You are not just making space in this room,” the whisper rose from within. “You are making space for what’s to come.”

She smiled, a deep and knowing kind of smile, the kind that comes when the soul recognizes truth.

And as she opened the window, letting the fresh spring breeze dance through the space, she knew—this was not just cleaning.

This was transformation.

This was invitation.

This was where the light enters.

-Bliss Chains Authors