By Audrey Hope



I once knew a man who lost his hat,
And he was sad.
Then one day he found it,
Where he never looked - his head.
I met a girl once who misplaced her glasses,
And she was angry,
Then one day she found it,
Where she never looked - her nose.
Dorothy was like that.
Searching Oz for for home on the yellow road,
longing for answers from a gray man,
Then discovering what she never considered -
The click of her own heels.
Is your path confusing?
Can¹t you just notice what is by your fingers and toes?
God is at your feet,
Whispering guidance.
The birds are flying.
The bees are buzzing.
The lizards race the ground.
Nature¹s sacred council of advisors,
Wise mentors poking messages everywhere. . .
The damn spider, the jumpy dog, the singing bird, the busy squirrel,
The rain that needs to come tomorrow, the high tide, the hot sun, the tree,
the rose.
Nature is god¹s voice in our world,
wild kingdom of supreme messengers,
Master angels, disguised in things that crawl and fly and pass by.
Wake up.
Take your problems outside.
Watch what audience awaits.
It¹s a wonderland out there.
It asks of you only one thing.
Notice. . .
What is upon you, among you, beside you,
A language of help, so close.

Audrey Hope is the spiritual counselor at Passages Rehab in Malibu, and host/producer of REAL WOMEN, an international award-winning talk show dedicated to life-altering perspectives. Please visit: www.hopesrealwomen.com


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