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DREAMING OF WOMEN'S TRIBE by Durdica Maderic

Dreaming of Women's Tribe


In my dreams
We weave the fabric of peace around the globe
And inhabit our communal dwellings in every place we know
We sleep together on earth's rich blanket under the starry night sky.


In my dreams
We listen to the life's hum
Coming through the woodlands and forests, deserts and grasslands.
We breathe in their freshness as we blow life into their lungs
In my dreams
We walk together hand in hand
And face our challenges
With open hearts and offering hands
And wash away our tensions in healing waters of Mother's Womb


In my dreams
Our crops and gardens are lush and abundant and wild and free
And every plant speaks to our souls
Offering its healing balm, tender guidance and pure love
In my dreams
Our children are growing as wild and free, whole and in harmony with their true nature
Thriving in every way


In my dreams
We hug, feed and water our lives
With fires glowing in our hearts
In the sweet presence 
of each and every 
moment and celebrate our sisterly love
And our honor of each other ceases to end


In my dreams 
All veils are uncovered and our faces glowing with joy
And as we rest our heads on each others shoulders we listen to the bits of our tender hearts, the drum of our Mother
baring all that we are 
S
een, heard and loved
Just as we are




Durdica MadericBecoming worn out by life, she received a mysterious call in 2008. it led her into depths of her underworld, unknown and untrod territory of major transitions- illness and lifestyle changes. It took a more then a decade as she began to consider and recognise its deep purpose. She is learning to surrender to this journey of reclaiming her authentic feminine power and true voice and heal in the darkness. Delivering her gifts of vulnerability, receptivity and courage gives her strength and hope. She knows who she is and practices her power in life-affirming ways as Activist, Mother, Healer, Priestess, Wild Woman, Nature Lover and Goddess. She is blessed with much but her family and the bounty and beauty of Surrey Hills are her anchors for which she is eternally grateful.  Email glowingviolet6@gmail.com. Her website is under way and her fb page "She, Moon and Muse" showcases her ongoing creative adventure. 


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