Her Words Composition Books

Every Friday night they go out on the town. They wear strapless dresses to show off their tattoos, they fling their everyday cares out the window. They split a beer at the icehouse. Their grandchildren wonder what the neighbors think.

First it begins inside your heart. Something moves. Then opens. Then frees itself. And now, you feel a rhythm breaking its long silence. This is going to be good.

It's all for you and your other-worldly, by-the-sea, magnificent heart.

It's like a wish. Or a dream. But I write it down anyway. It lives in my heart.

Inspiring Composition Books for Women.

“Once you get over the fear, then it’s a cinch,” she said. And then she leaped into a mountainous and unexplored region of her heart.

One day, she noticed something new in her reflection. Something that had a light all its own

She climbed until she saw.

60 lined and illustrated pages

178mm X 254mm

Hand-drawn illustrations and lettering

Cloth book tape, perfect bound

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.

She explained that the part of ourselves with wings sometimes battles with our earthbound selves.

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She gave her deepest hopes much love, many kisses, and simultaneous “attagirls.”

Exterior message: She learned a lot from the trees: how to stand her ground, how to weather a storm, and how to love the simple things most of all.
      

Exterior message: She realizes she's had it in her all along. "Well," she asks herself, "what am I waiting for?"

She sat down before breakfast. Decided how to spend her day: climb trees. Run fast. Sing at the top of her lungs. Do the dishes tomorrow.

She woke up and realized she had forgotten the definition of the word ‘impossible.’ She decided it must not have been that important

She’s turning her life into something sacred: Each breath, a new birth. Each moment, a new chance. She bows her head, gathers her dreams from a pure, deep stream and stretches her arms towards the sky.

Exterior message: Something in the way the sun's shining through her window makes her think today will be a little extraordinary.

That’s the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: A stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It’s still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.

Then swing your window open, the one with the fresh air and good eastern light and watch for wings, edges, new beginnings.

Exterior message: These days the closer she looks at her life, the more beauty she sees. There is something worth noticing everywhere.
       

Exterior message: "These words belong to tomorrow," she says. "So I'll keep them here till they come true."

Today I had a conversation with my true self. She asked me why I had abandoned her, why I had ignored all her constant advice. And then she reminded me of all the things I had forgotten. And never once did she say, “I told you so.”

Exterior message: The day she discovers her wings, she knows there'll be no stopping her.