Description
Cool in the morning, warm by noon, ablaze by night. Handcrafted, hard covered, soft souled. 50 leaves from well-tended trees who gave themselves gladly to this transformation that began as sapling and is now site of resilience, of resistence against the forces of tyranny. Smooth to the touch, smooth but strong like an eagle taking flight, lifting itself high into an azure sky.
Hold it in your hand, this notebook, hold it and know what hope feels like. Hope for a better world; commit to it, make it real. Listen…Can you hear it? In a voice humble yet silken, this is singing to you: I am here, I am here for you: write in me, write for me. Lay upon me, weave within me, your blessed precious words.