My new friend Rick, who just traveled to Greece alone, set out to connect with someone every single day that he was there. He met a lot of people over a meal or a glass of wine, and he talked to folks from all over the world. Talking to people across a language barrier or to complete strangers doesn't seem so outrageous to me anymore. What's weird is that I can't talk to someone I was married to for thirty years.
Miscommunication, a failure to communicate at all, silence when there is something waiting or wanting to be spoken can destroy a relationship. I'm just going to go through the rest of my life imagining one of those flaming holy spirit tongues over my head and keep on talking.