I hear you on the Ghost Rooms that emerge during Motherhood. 🤍 My children are now 6 and 3, and my time has been opening back up again for the past year or so. I hope it brings you comfort to know that the Ghost Rooms I did not know whether I would get to visit again now have increasing time and space once more, and, phew, being able to come back into them as the evolved being becoming a Mother made me into is *top tier* extraordinary. Good luck on finding your strength and grace as you navigate these heartwrenchingly beautiful and oh so challenging seasons. It really does all come back. 💜
Oh Asia, please know that I continue to hold you, and all our mountain folks, in light. Whenever you're ready, Samantha and I would love to have you back on PsychicTeachers podcast. Blessings, Deb
HI Asia, so glad to know you'll come back. I'm going to be away at a writer-in-residency program for a bit. When I get back, Samantha and I will look at our May calendar and offer some options. Blessings, Deb
Have an incredible time at your writer-in-residency Deb! I can't wait to hear about it and am looking forward to touching base with you and Samantha when you return! 💗
I am not a physical mother yet, however I have felt a huge transformation, as of recent, into being Mother. The change of Guards from my elders to my generation and me.
Since this shift, I noticed my “ghost room” is my mother’s home. Every time I visit I feel claustrophobic and trapped. As if the walls were fun house mirrors. It wasn’t until this last visit, when I began creating sacred space in one of her rooms, did I start to feel the burden and confinement life. Moving her clutter and work focused energy into a calm, focused purposeful space. Now I use this practice with everything I do. Mahalo
Our family has moved three times in the past year, and with each move, my youngest daughter needed me near at night to be grounded. To belong to something steadfast. Even as our outside world changed, she had me sleeping by her side. And honestly, I was glad to have her, even as her body lengthened and grew, and she was no longer a small nugget by my side—she became a 10-year-old! Recently, with no big discussion, she casually stated she was sleeping in her bed that night. And that was that. It's amazing how the co-sleeping stage felt like it would last forever, but now it has passed. I miss her, but mostly, I am grateful we had that time together. Our co-sleeping began in the first place because of literal ghosts in our 1790 house!
It's so nice to read your writing again—glad you took the time you needed before returning. Thank you for sharing your mothering world with us. xx
Asia, your words are so grounding for me. Reading my emails feels like a ghost room for me in this beautiful and potent mothering chapter, and yet I found my way to your newsletter this morning. I can feel how reading your offering will shift my day and likely my perception overall as I mother through life, as has been my experience since happening upon you and your gift of word. Thank you.
Interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it. I have a few "ghost rooms" to reflect on and allow what needs to come next so I'm not constantly "haunted"
This is one of those essays that will haunt me in a good way. I, personally feel like a ghost room... the poetry of it truly is visceral. As mothers we leave so many things, we make room for others and we have to wrestle with the fact that our past dreams may never manifest. And all of that.. is okay. Motherhood truly is a grief past others. Thank you for this. ❤️☕️
Some grief, the kind that lingers long after an ending, is definitely a ghost room in my life. I was just talking about ghosts from past relationships…maybe they’re all hanging out in the same room I’ve been avoiding forever. Time to clean! :)
You, my friend, are remarkable. Not only is your writing exquisite, but you have the ability and the courage to plunge the depths and somehow have the capacity to share it with your readers.
I’ll never forget sitting across the dinner table with you at WISE talking about motherhood. Years before you were a mother. Such a journey motherhood is, and you write about it with such honesty. Your reclaimed room is lovely and appears ready to birth all kinds of creativity. XOXO
Also, Asia, I wanted to say that the same thing has happened with my dreams…for months now. Like you, I have journals filled with them but lately, nada. I know that I’m having deep intense dreams but they dissipate when I wake up. 😢
I just adore your writing. Not a mother in body but mother in spirit and I can relate to ghost rooms in my life.
I also loved trying to find the existence of ghosts until I did, a couple times. It terrified me so I'm done with that game 😂. But I'm still interested in the idea of ghosts and death and understanding it all, if such a thing can be done.
Haha same, Sam! My ghost hunting days are over. Honestly, it's all too easy for them to find us...why go looking?! 😂 Thank you so much for reading, and for being, here.
I really love this essay, Asia. I can relate to having those literal and metaphorical ghost rooms, where you stand there and picture all the life that once was.
I hear you on the Ghost Rooms that emerge during Motherhood. 🤍 My children are now 6 and 3, and my time has been opening back up again for the past year or so. I hope it brings you comfort to know that the Ghost Rooms I did not know whether I would get to visit again now have increasing time and space once more, and, phew, being able to come back into them as the evolved being becoming a Mother made me into is *top tier* extraordinary. Good luck on finding your strength and grace as you navigate these heartwrenchingly beautiful and oh so challenging seasons. It really does all come back. 💜
How beautiful, how hopeful, how needed. Thank you Emily. This report back from the future is filling the rooms of my heart with so much light today 🤍
Stunning. I wonder if parts of our body or being can also become ghost rooms
I absolutely think they can Haley...I felt this.
Love this, thank you Haley for the question. Immediately I felt the womb as potentially being the ghost room.
Utterly captivating and beautiful
Oh Asia, please know that I continue to hold you, and all our mountain folks, in light. Whenever you're ready, Samantha and I would love to have you back on PsychicTeachers podcast. Blessings, Deb
I would LOVE to come back to PsychicTeachers, Deb! Just say the word and I'm there. Thank you so much for all your words of light and care.
HI Asia, so glad to know you'll come back. I'm going to be away at a writer-in-residency program for a bit. When I get back, Samantha and I will look at our May calendar and offer some options. Blessings, Deb
Have an incredible time at your writer-in-residency Deb! I can't wait to hear about it and am looking forward to touching base with you and Samantha when you return! 💗
Asia, always so apropos!
I am not a physical mother yet, however I have felt a huge transformation, as of recent, into being Mother. The change of Guards from my elders to my generation and me.
Since this shift, I noticed my “ghost room” is my mother’s home. Every time I visit I feel claustrophobic and trapped. As if the walls were fun house mirrors. It wasn’t until this last visit, when I began creating sacred space in one of her rooms, did I start to feel the burden and confinement life. Moving her clutter and work focused energy into a calm, focused purposeful space. Now I use this practice with everything I do. Mahalo
Our family has moved three times in the past year, and with each move, my youngest daughter needed me near at night to be grounded. To belong to something steadfast. Even as our outside world changed, she had me sleeping by her side. And honestly, I was glad to have her, even as her body lengthened and grew, and she was no longer a small nugget by my side—she became a 10-year-old! Recently, with no big discussion, she casually stated she was sleeping in her bed that night. And that was that. It's amazing how the co-sleeping stage felt like it would last forever, but now it has passed. I miss her, but mostly, I am grateful we had that time together. Our co-sleeping began in the first place because of literal ghosts in our 1790 house!
It's so nice to read your writing again—glad you took the time you needed before returning. Thank you for sharing your mothering world with us. xx
Asia, your words are so grounding for me. Reading my emails feels like a ghost room for me in this beautiful and potent mothering chapter, and yet I found my way to your newsletter this morning. I can feel how reading your offering will shift my day and likely my perception overall as I mother through life, as has been my experience since happening upon you and your gift of word. Thank you.
Interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it. I have a few "ghost rooms" to reflect on and allow what needs to come next so I'm not constantly "haunted"
This is one of those essays that will haunt me in a good way. I, personally feel like a ghost room... the poetry of it truly is visceral. As mothers we leave so many things, we make room for others and we have to wrestle with the fact that our past dreams may never manifest. And all of that.. is okay. Motherhood truly is a grief past others. Thank you for this. ❤️☕️
Thank you for being here Danielle. Being here together feels like it banishes the ghosts. Sending you so much love today 🤍
Thank you, Asia. <3
Some grief, the kind that lingers long after an ending, is definitely a ghost room in my life. I was just talking about ghosts from past relationships…maybe they’re all hanging out in the same room I’ve been avoiding forever. Time to clean! :)
I feel this. Also...*gets out the mop and broom and hopes that they are somehow magical and can clean by themselves* Love you Andrés 🤍
I love you, too!! ✨💕🌿
You, my friend, are remarkable. Not only is your writing exquisite, but you have the ability and the courage to plunge the depths and somehow have the capacity to share it with your readers.
I’ll never forget sitting across the dinner table with you at WISE talking about motherhood. Years before you were a mother. Such a journey motherhood is, and you write about it with such honesty. Your reclaimed room is lovely and appears ready to birth all kinds of creativity. XOXO
Thank you Barbara. What an utterly generous comment. Your creativity is an inspiration to me. Sending you such great love today!
Also, Asia, I wanted to say that the same thing has happened with my dreams…for months now. Like you, I have journals filled with them but lately, nada. I know that I’m having deep intense dreams but they dissipate when I wake up. 😢
What a brilliant writer you are Asia. Thank you for this ❤️
I just adore your writing. Not a mother in body but mother in spirit and I can relate to ghost rooms in my life.
I also loved trying to find the existence of ghosts until I did, a couple times. It terrified me so I'm done with that game 😂. But I'm still interested in the idea of ghosts and death and understanding it all, if such a thing can be done.
Haha same, Sam! My ghost hunting days are over. Honestly, it's all too easy for them to find us...why go looking?! 😂 Thank you so much for reading, and for being, here.
I really love this essay, Asia. I can relate to having those literal and metaphorical ghost rooms, where you stand there and picture all the life that once was.
Wow WONDERFUL Speechless except to say Thank you!