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How Red Rocks, Lyle Lovett & The Universe Showed Me The Signs My Soul Needed To See

How Red Rocks, Lyle Lovett & The Universe Showed Me The Signs My Soul Needed To See

I believe in signs. I always have.

The first time I went to Red Rocks to see Lyle Lovett a million years ago, my ex-boyfriend couldn’t make it to the show after we had purchased a summer’s worth of concert tickets together – and he suggested I invite a friend of his instead.

As I remember it, I thought to myself, “Message received.” I had been feeling like he wasn’t as interested in me as he once was and his suggestion seemed like the sign I needed. That he was trying to let me down in the nicest way possible by suggesting that I take a friend of his that he had just introduced me to.

I married that friend of his less than six months later.

You Got This, Sisters — Because Your Soul Already Knows What It Needs

You Got This, Sisters — Because Your Soul Already Knows What It Needs

I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting.

After my last article, I knew there would be shock and dismay and understanding and a flood of “I’m so sorry’s” and lots of love. And I was right.

What I was not expecting was the outreach.

Much like when we had our miscarriage in between our kids’ births – people came out of the woodwork. I couldn’t believe how many others had had miscarriages at that time and I didn’t know. Some of them much further along than me…and some of them multiple times.

It was like a secret club that you didn’t even know existed – and certainly never wanted to belong to.

Holding Our Stories -- And Our Loneliness -- Close To Our Hearts When We Don't Want To.

Holding Our Stories -- And Our Loneliness -- Close To Our Hearts When We Don't Want To.

Riddle: What does a writer do when she writes to process the events of her life – when she writes to figure out how she truly feels about everything she is experiencing -- but cannot write about what’s been happening in her life?

If you can solve that riddle, please let me know, because I haven’t solved it yet. And it’s frickin’ torture.