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Boshra Writes

Boshra Writes

There is something deeply sustaining about the female spirit. Some call it the sacred feminine. Some call it the Virgin Mary. Some call it Mother Nature. Whatever you call it, it is divine; it is of the tapestry that holds the universe together and births new thoughts, creations, planets. What makes me say this, you might ask? Yesterday, a female blogger who has far many more followers than I do, offered with no strings attached, and in her own words, “unconditional support” to spread the word of my upcoming novel, Surrogate Colony. She responded to my request so lovingly and with such encouragement that I felt the soft hand of the sacred feminine in each of our interactions. It is in these moments that I feel the divine, the connection that taps and intertwines the female psyche together. It is the endurance of this sacred feminine that defines Adriana Buchowski, the main character in Surrogate Colony. You might see the animation of the sacred feminine in the following quote from the novel, in the voice of Adriana:There is a sense of vastness that comes along with the slight freedom we have. My thoughts continually spin away in fantasy. Since seeing Zach alive last night, deep gratitude combined with moments of great anxiety weigh on my mind. I am preoccupied with remembrance, more contemplative than usual, and this is something that the other Surrogates notice.         “Hey, freaky-eyes, what are you so preoccupied with?” The heavily pregnant Surrogate with wormy veins ridicules just loud enough so a few others stop and chuckle.         A half-smile cracks my lips, the first time I’ve smiled in a long time. The feeling is numbing, as if my lips had been sitting in cement and now the smile comes to break the hardening sediment. I like the heavily pregnant Surrogate. There is something very innocent and motherly about her, but at the same time a childish curiosity that provokes a humor, even in this darkened underworld. I laugh along but hold my tongue. Without words to confirm their projections, I fall away into yet another mystery that keeps our little hopes alive.

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