I stumbled upon this scene when I came down the stairs from my office this week.

At first I thought how sweet! Edie and Angel are cuddling and bonding under the chair. But upon closer inspection turns out they’re not exactly bonding under the chair.

Edie is simply indulging in a lull amidst the whirlwind of late summer projects swirl around her while Angel is, well, chewing her braid.

Though there is much action and flurry of activity going on around here; last dips into the river before the swimming season is officially polar bear, canning fruit fly bait, fire wood splitting, stacking and splintering (Craig’s fingers)~ simultaneously there is a garnering of energy; preparing for the fortitude to push through this time of transition.

For instance, I’m currently in full lull mode right now (though I’m not typing this from under the couch).

I have been incredibly busy as of late dealing with a newly freshen cow and all the milking, cheese making and cream managing that entails as well as preparing to launch a new Simplicity Parenting Ecourse series (details coming very soon!), along with my coaching packages (very, very soon!), and another sweet surprise in the following days. But the impulse to curtail the busyness with what my mom would call  “bumming around’ has been fierce and therapeutic.

But I prefer the expression “lulling around”.

I would write a part of my sales page, or a guest post for an hour in the morning and then alternate it with an hour of weeding in the garden rather than tending to the quickly passing ripe fruit.  A slow cruise to the store on my bike to pick up three lemons is going to make a greater dent in my laundry basket in the long run. Vegging on the couch with my kids and reading them  “just one more” book when I should be gussying up the guest room for my mom’s visit is going to serve me well tomorrow morning when I will probably have more that type of energy (and sweet adrenaline) to spare for that sort of task.

Just going with what feels right and proper in this moment. And right now it’s the path of least effort.

These days I’m all over lull.

When I come out of this embrace, my cup will be filled with more inspiration, vitality and creativity to continue on with this never ending but rich list of mama duties and right livelihood.

Tell me in the comments how you honor the call of the lull in your days and how it makes a difference in your productivity or creativity. (No braids were harmed in the making of this blog post by the way.)