Rose by Rose: Healing the Divine Feminine Within

A Jar of Divine Feminine Reclamation

I never used to like flowers. Not just disinterest—there was something deeper. A repulsion I couldn’t explain. Roses, especially, felt like a language I didn’t speak. Something inside me recoiled at softness, at beauty. At first, I thought it was just personal taste. But with time, with healing, I realized: it was a wound, a wound I did not choose, but inherited.

I come from a long line of women who had to be strong. Women whose feminine essence had to armor itself in masculine energy to survive. My grandmother, fierce and volatile, lived in a constant state of doing, chasing, controlling. My mother, who feared her own mother, still adopted the same survival patterns. And me? I followed suit, unconsciously.

I dressed like a tomboy. I shunned anything too girly. I rolled my eyes at flowers, baths, makeup, dresses. I wanted strength, not softness. I mistook armor for empowerment.

But over time, Spirit began peeling back the layers. It started in Singapore, when a dear friend dressed me up and I caught a fleeting glimpse of joy in my own reflection. Then came the trauma—the inappropriate attention from someone I trusted, the shaming of my body, the moment I believed I was dangerous simply by being seen. That was when I locked my feminine away.

But something in me never stopped searching for her. In recent years, I began the deep healing of my Divine Feminine, not just as a concept, but as a living presence within me. Yin yoga helped, shadow work helped., crying helped. And then one day, I looked at a rose and didn’t flinch. I picked petals. I saved them and I took baths with them. I filled a glass jar with them until it overflowed—like I was finally making space for beauty.

It wasn’t easy. At first, I had to force myself to do what felt unnatural. But then, something shifted. I began to receive. I softened. I stopped trying to grind and hustle. I stopped striving. I started living, and being.

My nervous system resetted. My breath deepened. My joy returned, the numbness that was there is now an insignificant part of me. I made flower crowns. I decorated my altar. I wore dresses again. Not because I had to, but because my soul finally whispered, “It’s safe to be soft now.”

The Universal Call to Embrace the Divine Feminine

This healing is not exclusive to those born in a female body. The Divine Feminine is an energy—a sacred frequency—that lives within us all. In every soul, regardless of gender, there exists both feminine and masculine energies. For too long, the collective has been tilted toward imbalance—favoring doing over being, logic over intuition, domination over collaboration.

But now, a new invitation arises: For the masculine to meet the feminine, not in opposition, but in sacred union. For the men reading this—this is your invitation too: to soften into presence, to reclaim the wisdom of emotion, to trust your intuition as a sacred compass, not a distraction, to honor the parts of you that feel, that create, that flow.

When men embrace their Divine Feminine, they do not become less powerful—they become whole. They become better partners, better fathers, better leaders—because they lead not just from will, but from wisdom. They begin to listen, to nourish, to protect not from fear, but from love.

And when women reclaim their softness, we are not stepping down—we are stepping fully into our light, into our birthright to receive, to create, to rest, to radiate.

Whether you are in a male or female body, your soul remembers what it feels like to be in sacred balance. Let today be a beginning.

I invite you to take a small step:

🌸 Light a candle and simply sit with your breath.

🌸 Collect a flower and admire its fragility and power.

🌸 Write a love letter to your inner child or nourish yourself with stillness.

You don’t have to earn your worth. You don’t have to strive to deserve beauty. You simply have to remember that you are already it. The world is not healed through force. It is healed through the grace of those who choose to live in harmony.

From my heart to yours,

Solarys