How lovely the sonnet from Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem which begins,  “How do I love Thee, Let me Count the Ways.”  The last line of EBB’s sonnet reads, “And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after my death.” That is what my musings...

Writing is a great instrument of the soul. It is our singing voice of the heart—the orchestra of our imagination. Every word has a sound, a frequency. Our thoughts and feelings have frequencies, as well as discordant energy that we seek to harmonize every single day...