Founder Letter: All of the Way Back, We Were Together
Dear Rosies,
This week at the Holomovement, a gathering devoted to living from the underlying oneness, I was part of a conversation led by some amazing women from around the world called Harnessing the Power of the Divine Feminine in a Fractured World.
I led a meditation to open the panel, to invite the embodied recognition that we are all, each of us, the divine feminine and masculine in equal measure. During the meditation, they were invited to feel how we have (ever and always) been half our mother and half our father.
This isn't merely a poetic idea. Every one of us is born from the union of a mother and a father, carrying a lineage of women and men stretching back through time. For me, that biological reality points toward a deeper spiritual truth: that complementary forces live within all of us.The capacity to act and the capacity to receive. To protect and to nurture. To discern and to create. To stand firm and to surrender. To bring form and to bring life. Many traditions call these currents masculine and feminine. Not because they belong to men or women, but because they are archetypal expressions of life's creative tension. Every human being carries both. Every human being is diminished when either is denied.
I then asked them to look back across a lifetime. Every sanctuary, synagogue, mosque. Every ceremony. Every image. Every person entrusted to speak on behalf of the sacred. How many of those faces looked like hers? The priests, the rabbis, the mullahs. How many were women? Can you imagine if they had been?
Can you imagine growing up with Popes and Popesses? Rabbi and Rabbanit? A Mullah and Mullahina? Can you imagine if, from your earliest memories, half the voices interpreting the sacred, guiding the faithful, and embodying spiritual authority had been women's voices? What would that have taught you about God? About yourself? About the shape of power, wisdom, and belonging?
Many women raised in the Abrahamic traditions never saw that world. They were told the sacred belonged to everyone, yet the faces entrusted to represent it were overwhelmingly male. The theology may be debated, but the lived experience is harder to dismiss.
As I continue to learn from indigenous and earth-honoring traditions, I am struck by how many creation stories begin not with separation, hierarchy, or conquest, but with relationship. Again and again, life emerges through partnership—earth and sky, sun and soil, feminine and masculine, visible and invisible, each participating in the great unfolding. These traditions are not all the same, nor should they be. But many carry a wisdom that feels deeply resonant: life is created through relationship.
We can't fix in outside systems what is not whole in ourselves. I can't make a more peaceful world from my anger, or a more accepting world from my judgement. The fracture on the outside echoes the fracture on the inside.
Normalize the rethroning of the divine feminine in your own heart—not in place of the masculine, but alongside it—and watch: you change, the world shifts, and there is less for the next generation to unwind. It may be one of the most radical things you choose to do.
To your most beautiful, valued, sacred embodiment,
Christine
Christine Marie Mason
Founder, Rosebud Woman
Host, The Rose Woman Podcast on Love and Liberation
