Wednesday, April 11, 2012


On the Dunes
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea

If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten life a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
By Sara Teasdale

I really do wonder about life after death. Is there such a thing? Are we simply crazy to even contemplate it? Is there a heaven? If so, do we get to sit on fluffy clouds and float around all day? In life, I usually like to know where I'm heading. It gives me peace. It provides comfort. Not so in this case. It makes me restless. Late on warm summer nights, I still stare off to the heavens and look for Stephen. I like to wonder.


  1. une question que je crois tout le monde se pose !!!

  2. I have the same questions and a touch of fear, too. Thanks for the Teasdale poem!

  3. The older I get, the more I think about this question. One day I shall know the answer. Or not!

  4. I don't know what's after life, but I know that beaches and dunes are among the places I prefer in this world!

  5. You have some really deep thoughts for today Birdman.

  6. I wonder, too, and I love that poem.

  7. I love this image Birdman, it goes so well with your wonderings! It's one of those questions we start to think about as we get older and will never know the answer until we get there..could be just as well!!

  8. Great shot and the perfect companion to the poem. There is peace in knowing.

    Darryl and Ruth :)