Shackleford Island Ponies

The Bucket List I Never Made, Come True

By Jane Tawel

September 13, 2021

I have never made nor contemplated making a bucket list. I have absolutely nothing against making one, and I love to hear about other folks’ items on their bucket lists. I find them incredibly revelatory and hopeful. And of course, like everyone, I play the game of “someday, I would like to….” or “before I die, I want to….”. When a person’s dreams die, they aren’t just old, they are dead, no matter if a physical body indicates otherwise. …


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How Much We Must Unknow to Understand

By Jane Tawel

September 6, 2021

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To allude to a fact, is to release it to deeper understanding.

To allude to the past, is to increase its future expanding.

To cling to knowledge is a losing game,

as shallow as a puddle, as fleeting as fame.

Oh, to have faith in what is not known,

is the key to a wisdom that is not blown

by the winds of the time or the waves of the tides,

of humans’ small knowledge and man’s foolish pride.

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If there is a God, then…


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Hidden God Hiding Love

By Jane Tawel

August 29, 2021

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God hides.

All truth speakers know this.

All truth seekers show this,

in The Way they treat others.

We don’t know why God hides,

but it must have something to do,

with us, not God.

After all, a God who hides must love us very much.

For who can see God and live?

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Love is not particularly our human forté.

And the kind of loves we mistake for Love,

perhaps the one that hovers and smothers,

in a needy insecure desire;

or love in a parent’s or…


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Our Little Life-Boats

By Jane Tawel

August 22, 2021

A long, long time ago and only yesterday, the materials for making my little life’s boat, were gathered in secret by the DNA of my Scottish, Irish, American Indian ancestors. But the real craft, the trued and tried boat itself, was crafted by the Great Crafter in the secrets that stretch back to the Beginning and stretch forward to the End of Time which never is. Like all carrying agents, large and small, puny and mighty, all that sail on this Ocean we call Life, or The World, my boat is…


Clarissa and I, her Mom

I-Thou Consciousness

By Jane Tawel

August 9, 2021

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Oh, God!

Are You not conscious

without my Being,

conscious of You?

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I-Thou revolts

and revises the mundane,

profane, explainers,

complainers, man-splainers,

and painful, painful, pain.

You are both bane

and that small niggling voice

that makes me whole again,

if only temporarily, I fear, My Dear.

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Oh- the pain!

I used to obsess about you

and that one time that you let me draw near.

Remember how the rain fell?

Rain, falling like the tears of our laughter.

Did I only imagine it? —

snot coming out of…


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Rising from the Ruts

By Jane Tawel

July 28, 2021

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As we grow older,

We slow down, glitch, molder.

And everything sticks

or contracts —

like our bones, and our memories,

we contract and dig grooves.

And all our muscles,

figuratively and literally,

we tighten into cords;

cords that bind us to negativity,

or the quiet despair of meaninglessness.

We can’t escape.

Or rather, if we thought truthfully,

we choose not to escape.

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We fall down and down

into our self-created ruts;

those our lives — minds, hearts, souls —

have created.

We wear ruts,

not just…


My Mom, Jane Gordon Cook, March 31, 1934 — July 7, 2021

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On July 7, 2021, my greatest cheerleader, most enduring audience, loving critic, incomparable supporter, and most beloved mother, Jane Cook, passed away from this life. Life will never be the same. Writing will never be the same. The following are some pathetic attempts at thoughts on her passing, in the knowledge that words can never express what we feel with great loss and great love. As I wrote the following, I thought of others I loved who have passed and those I love now and foolishly hope will never die. Friends — Seize the Day and let those you…


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Dreams on the Journey

By Jane Tawel

July 6, 2021

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Dreams often start skidding a bit,

when reality appears in the road.

And if we are carrying a load,

of a vision that won’t clear up,

smooth and pristine,

but rather gleans from us,

the weight of our meaning,

this gleaning,

is to be

and to see

what lies inert in the road –

well, that is the load we bear.

And yet, we compare

ourselves to the myth of ourselves

not sitting on shelves

but growing and changing,

ever rearranging into someone

that is the myth of our…


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Creeds Need Evolution (Because Humans Do)

What is Your Creed?

By Jane Tawel

June 26, 2021

The idea of a creed tends to bring up religious connotations and perhaps because of that, the idea of having a creed tends to imply a status quo, a static belief system, and a do-or-die pact between like-minded people who join together over ideas that determine an “in-status” and “out-status” for anyone who does not adhere to the CREED (in capital letters).

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A creed is defined as “a set of beliefs or aims that guide someone’s actions”. Sadly, to look at many of…

Jane Tawel

Still not old enough to know better. Enjoys philosophy, spirituality, poetry, books of all genres.Often torn between encouragement & self-directed chastisement.

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