Christine Mason

CHRISTINE MASON is the author of Indivisible, Love in the Face of Everything, & her upcoming Bending the Bow. She's the co-founder of New Earth, a farm-based retreat center for Integral Activism on Hawai'i. She convenes, hosts and facilitates conferences, salons, and events at the intersection of science and tech, spirituality, human optimization, society and institutions. She serves as Editor in Chief of Enter Magazine, sits on the board of GRIP, and is chairman of Now Labs, Inc. She's a mom, grandmother, and a long time practitioner and teacher of yoga, meditation and tantra. Follow her at, or on Amazon.

3 words to describe Nature? 

Creative. Destructive. True.

3 things Nature taught you? 

All things are interconnected.

We are always provided for.

How elegantly things adapt.

And more!! The resonance of beauty and that an ecosystem in balance sounds a harmonic chord, (out of balance there is dissonance - as in all systems).Humility and Awe.

3 most treasured Nature spots? 

The golden sunrise rocks in the high desert at Joshua Tree, Southern California.

The long slung white sand beach at Stinson, in Northern California.

The round stone beach at Washington Harbor, on Washington Island in Lake Michigan, surrounded by White Birch forest.

And more!! The ice caves above Aspen, Colorado and the giant rolling dunes in southern Morocco.

When you look at the ocean, it makes you feel…?  

Surrendered. Integrated. Rebalanced.

When you see a forest, it makes you feel…?

Peaceful. Quiet. Curious.

When you see a volcano, it makes you feel…? 

Alive. Creative. Urgent.

When you see a sunrise or sunset, it makes you feel…? 

Grateful. Potentiated. Connected to all beings.

When you hear thunder, it makes you feel…? 

Like a child in the summer rains.

When you hear the wind howling, it makes you feel…? 


Are you an Ocean, Mountain, Forest, or Desert person? 

I’m a planet earth person.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is Nature to your well-being? 


Share with us a childhood nature memory? 

Cresting a ridge at sunrise on snowshoes, my father next to me, deep fresh snow; the morning light catching the crystalline crust just so, a thousand rainbow prisms refracting in every direction, against a crisp cold bright blue sky; cheeks red, legs strong, eyes wide open; a suspended indelible moment of pure beauty.