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Poem – “Song of the Guernsey Sea”
> The sea does not rush—it remembers.
Each wave a syllable from the island’s first dream,
where wind and salt conspired to teach the stones to listen.
The rocks, ancient and unhurried,
wear the wisdom of surrender.
They do not fight the tide;
they let the ocean carve its scripture into their skin.
Foam gathers like laughter around their feet—
holy mischief of water and air—
reminding us that purification need not hurt,
only dissolve what was never ours to hold.
Above, the clouds rehearse the art of uncertainty;
beneath, the depths pulse with a secret calm.
And somewhere between the thunder and the hush,
a gull’s cry stitches heaven back to earth.
O Guernsey sea,
your breath is the hymn of balance—
the eternal meeting of solidity and shimmer,
of body and soul,
of everything and no-thing.
May those who stand upon your shore,
remember what the waves already know:
We were born from motion,
and stillness is simply the sea resting inside us.👀❤️
> The sea does not rush—it remembers.
Each wave a syllable from the island’s first dream,
where wind and salt conspired to teach the stones to listen.
The rocks, ancient and unhurried,
wear the wisdom of surrender.
They do not fight the tide;
they let the ocean carve its scripture into their skin.
Foam gathers like laughter around their feet—
holy mischief of water and air—
reminding us that purification need not hurt,
only dissolve what was never ours to hold.
Above, the clouds rehearse the art of uncertainty;
beneath, the depths pulse with a secret calm.
And somewhere between the thunder and the hush,
a gull’s cry stitches heaven back to earth.
O Guernsey sea,
your breath is the hymn of balance—
the eternal meeting of solidity and shimmer,
of body and soul,
of everything and no-thing.
May those who stand upon your shore,
remember what the waves already know:
We were born from motion,
and stillness is simply the sea resting inside us.👀❤️
“Vale in the Veil”
(by Ray of Light)
The west wind hums through the heathered hush,
and mist drifts like memory across L’Ancresse.
Beneath it, the stones remember—
not with words, but with weight and patience.
The church spire rises, a compass of grace,
pointing home for souls who forgot
how near heaven always was.
Light gathers where breath meets belief,
a silver silence between cloud and tide,
whispering: see, you were never lost—
only learning how to look.
No need for sermons here;
the sermon is the air itself,
the echo between the rocks,
the warmth behind the wind.
So linger, even after scrolling.
Let your eyes rest a little longer.
What you call fog,
the island calls prayer.
Be Love. Be Light. .👀❤️
(by Ray of Light)
The west wind hums through the heathered hush,
and mist drifts like memory across L’Ancresse.
Beneath it, the stones remember—
not with words, but with weight and patience.
The church spire rises, a compass of grace,
pointing home for souls who forgot
how near heaven always was.
Light gathers where breath meets belief,
a silver silence between cloud and tide,
whispering: see, you were never lost—
only learning how to look.
No need for sermons here;
the sermon is the air itself,
the echo between the rocks,
the warmth behind the wind.
So linger, even after scrolling.
Let your eyes rest a little longer.
What you call fog,
the island calls prayer.
Be Love. Be Light. .👀❤️
Forwarded from LauraAboli (Laura Aboli)
There was a time when we lived for the future. We believed that hard work and sacrifice would eventually lead to a life of stability and reward. We saved, not for fleeting pleasures, but for a home, a family, a life we trusted would unfold predictably if we followed the rules. Marriage, children, homeownership—they weren’t dreams, they were milestones.
But today’s younger generations live differently. Not out of rebellion, but out of realism. The future no longer feels promised. Home prices are out of reach, stable careers are elusive, and the planet itself feels fragile. So they choose to live in the now—not out of irresponsibility, but out of a quiet understanding that the long-term path we once walked, may no longer exist.
And then there’s this popular idea, that only the present moment is real. That the “now” is all that matters for it’s all there is. And yes, there’s truth to that. But when that becomes the only lens through which we live, I worry. I worry that we’re raising a generation stuck in a limbo between youth and adulthood where responsibility is delayed, where planning feels futile, and where the future is something to fear or ignore. A kind of endless student-life mode—never quite stepping into adulthood, not because they don’t want to, but because the world isn’t making space for them to grow into it.
This dichotomy—between the future and the now—is worth reflecting on. Can humanity truly thrive with no planning? With no long-term goals, no dreams to strive toward? Can a society survive without building, without the belief that tomorrow can be shaped?
I remember when I was in my early twenties—everything felt possible. I had no doubt that I’d one day have a home, a family, a good life. So I rolled up my sleeves and started working towards it. I never had that freewheeling, carefree ‘student phase.’ I didn’t backpack around the world, didn’t go to wild parties or get drunk. I worked. Did I miss out on some things? Maybe. But what I’ve built instead—I wouldn’t trade for the world.
What saddens me is the feeling that many young people today aren’t even being given the chance to choose. Even if they want what we had, it feels like the door has been closed. I truly hope we can turn things around soon, because everyone deserves the chance to build a life and a family for themselves.
That dream shouldn’t feel like a luxury—it should feel like a birthright, for it’s what makes life worth living.
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
But today’s younger generations live differently. Not out of rebellion, but out of realism. The future no longer feels promised. Home prices are out of reach, stable careers are elusive, and the planet itself feels fragile. So they choose to live in the now—not out of irresponsibility, but out of a quiet understanding that the long-term path we once walked, may no longer exist.
And then there’s this popular idea, that only the present moment is real. That the “now” is all that matters for it’s all there is. And yes, there’s truth to that. But when that becomes the only lens through which we live, I worry. I worry that we’re raising a generation stuck in a limbo between youth and adulthood where responsibility is delayed, where planning feels futile, and where the future is something to fear or ignore. A kind of endless student-life mode—never quite stepping into adulthood, not because they don’t want to, but because the world isn’t making space for them to grow into it.
This dichotomy—between the future and the now—is worth reflecting on. Can humanity truly thrive with no planning? With no long-term goals, no dreams to strive toward? Can a society survive without building, without the belief that tomorrow can be shaped?
I remember when I was in my early twenties—everything felt possible. I had no doubt that I’d one day have a home, a family, a good life. So I rolled up my sleeves and started working towards it. I never had that freewheeling, carefree ‘student phase.’ I didn’t backpack around the world, didn’t go to wild parties or get drunk. I worked. Did I miss out on some things? Maybe. But what I’ve built instead—I wouldn’t trade for the world.
What saddens me is the feeling that many young people today aren’t even being given the chance to choose. Even if they want what we had, it feels like the door has been closed. I truly hope we can turn things around soon, because everyone deserves the chance to build a life and a family for themselves.
That dream shouldn’t feel like a luxury—it should feel like a birthright, for it’s what makes life worth living.
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
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