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Alphabet Soup

I’ve been tired, and the past two days were very meaningful to me. I’m exhausted, but complete. Despite the fatigue, my face seems to have softened and there is a glow to it without any product necessary. My cheeks were unusually rosy this morning, something that is not at all common for me. Overall, I surrendered to more rest and just being still. I try my best to meditate with the withdrawal from nature, and I’m learning that it really is possible anywhere, although nothing beats connecting with Mother Earth and doing so while walking through the woods. I’m taking many moments, my body needs it, and I’m breathing deeply through it all.

I decided to schedule just a simple post for the morning that might bring a smile to your face and remind you of years past. It started with deciding what to cook after seeing Mom today. I didn’t want something heavy, or much at all for that fact, just something warm. A simple meal would suffice and then it hit me. It was last week already that I picked up a package of Alphabet Soup. I loved eating it as a child and haven’t had it in years. Today was the perfect day to enjoy it. As a child, I would try and arrange the letters, matching words that I knew back then. I got the biggest kick out of it and to this day, I’m easily amused. I remembered those times today and made the soup. While holding the jumbled up letters on my wooden stirring spoon, my mind wandered back into time. “What do you see little one” I asked, but left the letters mixed up. Perhaps it wasn’t clear what exactly it was that I wanted to spell. Maybe there is a message already hidden, and all I need to do, is to look closer.

I can see “GO” upside down. Anyone else seeing something?


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21 thoughts on “Alphabet Soup

  1. Interesting…bit like reading tea leaves eh? 😉

    I see outlines on the right hand side of the picture, not completely accurately spelled, but symbolically, a name…”Eva” and her name lies under a letter that looks like a building, so imagine that Eva is buried or at least is not in our physical realm.

    Now this is pure conjecture, based on “I don’t know quite what feeling,” but is there any chance that your Mom had another baby (your sibling) that died (stillborn or shortly after birth) before you were born? I don’t mean to sensationalize or shock or sound silly… It’s just the first thought that hit me. Or it could be a connection of some other sort…

    Go. ….. Eva

    Contemplation indeed!

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    1. I do not know about a sibling and if so, then she is caring this secret within her. My Dad died in an explosion at work. A hot tank that explosion, burying and killing everything in its path. It might be what you are seeing.


      1. It is amazing what things you might not be aware of…parents don’t tell us everything.
        I spent my first year in a Catholic orphanage… I didn’t find out until I was forty years old.
        Also, I had a series of prophetic dreams … One of them took me to visit dead relatives… They were all there (those that had passed from this world), but next to my Grandma (disabled for much of her life), stood my Auntie holding a baby with red hair in a Christening gown. I found out years and years later, after doing genealogy research, the my Grandma’s first baby (he was named), died shortly after birth. They never told my mother… their next born, nor her younger brother. But I had seen him in that dream.

        So one never knows, Rhapsody, what secrets are there to find! 💖

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      2. That is possible, but I still feel that there is something more hidden here. Perhaps it is to do with an earlier generation… Do some delving into your Mom’s genealogy… 😉

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