For a variety of reasons, I've been feeling a bit disinclined to post lately. Primarily, we've had house guests whose presence I've wanted to savour, but I'm also feeling that some of the things I want to write about take more commitment than I can muster at the moment. I worry a bit that I'm leaning too much lately into writing as a Nana, as much as I know that I probably balance that out over the year. And I'm also aware of, perhaps a bit sensitive to, the sheer volume of content that I put out here, and what I question as a law of diminishing returns given the statistics I occasionally review. As it probably should be, many readers are outside enjoying the summer, taking vacations with their family, or hosting guests as we have been. Still, being human, I do sometimes compare the time and energy that gets spent here with the number of "Followers," and sometimes I am petty enough to wish for a few more subscribers. . . .
Often over the years, I've found that when I hit a bit of a desire-to-blog slump, I contradict myself within days by seeing or hearing or reading or thinking about something I want to write about. Similarly, at the moment I have any number of post ideas burbling their way onto paper, in cryptic short notes that I may or may not be able to decipher when the motivation and discipline to develop them finally catches up.
The camera, 'though, is ever handy, although I wish I could wield it more effectively. At any rate, I find I want to share some photos I took last week of our toddler granddaughter. The combination of the early morning light coming through our northeast-facing windows, the terra cotta tiles and blond wood, seemingly purposed directly to enhancing this wee redhead's colouring, even (especially?) the shadows. . . . all insisted I get down on the floor and snap, snap, snap as often and as quickly and as discreetly as I could manage. In the background, Granddad was making up the day's fresh loaf of bread. It was as idyllic a half-hour as I could imagine.
Sadly, when I went to check out the results on the screen, I realized that my eye had adjusted that shadow right out of the picture, but the camera hadn't followed suit. So I took some liberties with the editing program and was pleased to reveal this smile -- it doesn't take a doting Nana to see how delightful this is. . . .
I'll close with this PicMonkey collage and with the recognition, yet again, of something I tell myself regularly and often share with my students: Trust to Process. The simple process of writing my reluctance onto a screen, of trying to analyse and explain it, briefly, the gradual discernment of my own wish to share a few photos, the process of sorting through and choosing from my Pictures file, of briefly describing those as I organized them into place -- and I find that I have a post after all. Yes, it's another Nana-dominated post, but through my process, I reminded myself (see above) that I balance these out over the longer term.
I do sometimes wonder where I'm going with this blog overall, what direction I should be taking or whether a direction is necessary. My son, who works in social media-marketing affiliation suggests that there are ways to maximize the work done by the content I generate -- although he quickly acknowledges that my goals might be quite well met by my current approach. And I'm quite aware of the looming rentrée which will use up so much of my time as to render all this consideration moot.
Meanwhile, let's all rejoice in toddler smiles, wherever and whenever we find them. Comments? You know what to do, right? And I hope you know how much you'll be appreciated. . . .