What's the best piece of advice you've ever received?

I may not have learned this from any other human being, either through words or actions, but I have absorbed it well from the guardians of Earth, though it has taken me half a lifetime;

Life balances best when I resonate not to the siren’s shriek, but by tuning into subtle frequencies, like the low hum of a spiral shell pressed to the ear, ocean vibrating its wise message into its tiny bones;

The advice I have absorbed is not to scatter into every storm, but to drop roots, to anchor in the fertile soil of resonance;

The earth knows how to ripple and pulse; her rocks remember the crackle of ancient fires; trees bend but do not forget how to whisper the winds that tease branches; river water sings its way over stones, through roots and into the waiting mouth of the sea;

When the haze comes and I can no longer see the shore, I listen; does this path unfold gently beneath me, does it nudge and eddy around my ankles, does it steady me? Or does it distort and hollow me, draw me away from my own ground of being?

The body answers. The waves answer. The stones answer. The trees answer. Always.

To live by resonance is to live by the rhythm of tides as they ebb, flow, release, return. And it has cost me.

I have watched beloveds drift, have let go of battles that could have rooted me in bitterness; but resonance always restores me to myself, like rain returning to parched soil, like green shoots pressing through volcanic ash, like salt air seeping into weary bones;

I am not the siren. I am the tuning fork, struck by the hand of the Divine, ringing through fields and gardens, shore and stone, until the hum meets itself again in the heart of all things.

Upolu Point, Hawaii ~ bj 2025