Because I'm a creative writer that's put a lot of faith and purpose into what I call Stream Thinking there are endless occurrences when people have no clue what I just said in a conversation. My sister is deeply bothered by the words I sometimes choose. She doesn't get the expression. We're all guilty of it. We have developed a pattern of sharing words that sound fine through our ears but those who've chosen to listen aren't tapping into the source of energy. While lecturing I'll see those in attendance twist their head to the side which is a signal for me to shrink the size of the art speak and come back to the surface more down to earth. Without a doubt the way I write has totally infected the words that slip from my lips. I've been hooked up to musical lyrics and poetry the entire journey and when you write as much as I do, the distance from my finger prints to words vocally being shared truly isn't that far. Now toss in Facebook, Twitter and Instagram where you can't hear my inflection. How often does an email reach the heart of something that injured more than inspired? We need to spend more time speaking real words to one another. Not note sharing. Not selfie pictures. Real language. If you spend more time with someone from the deep trenches of Louisiana in time you'll stop questioning the unique way of conversation and accept every word being offered. Let people hear your street speak. Let there be a voice.