A field of words

My poor neglected blog. She's grown weeds and the neighborhood kids use her as a landfill for their Red Bull cans and bubble gum wrappers. I heard her weak cry last night in my very interrupted sleep, "Words, feed me words." Unfortunately, English teachers do not hand out instruction manuals about how to care for a blog. They are obligated to read about our summer vacations, fantasy careers many of us will never have and boring narratives filled pedantic details about Justin Bieber or the newest video game. If they really wanted lower b.s. content and a more stimulating read they should have assigned topics like: "If you could do anything illegal and get away with it..." or "If you could be a teacher for a day and teach anything you wanted, what would you choose?" I imagine you'd still get a significant amount of "literature" for lining the kitty litter but you'd probably get a few gems you could chuckle about when you are snuggling in bed. Anyhow, I let my rant run away from me. The blog says "Hello, I know you haven't been here since Nixon resigned but the title of this blog is RANTOLOGY." Thank you, darling for reminding me. So let's pretend we have a hot, progressive English teacher like Gwyneth Paltrow in Glee who hands out a sleek blog manual on recycled paper. (Okay, maybe that last bit was a tad too much). After flipping through the prefaces and acknowledgements, we find a section about fertilizing words--words that nourish and grow big stories and ideas. Nothing profound ever blooms in passive, convention soil. What words buzz in the dirt? Hmmm. Continuum, Quintessence, Fantabulous, Audacity, Vulnerability, Sensuality...Expansive. Words that constrict like weeds: impossible, un-natural, immoral, normal, proper, should and behave. I root around in my pocket and find a mustard seed shaped word: bliss. It's a short word with a loud boom. Great dreams are harvested from that happy five-lettered word. May we all yield abundant fruit from the bliss that we sow.