Honoring the Lull

…. until the Lull-a-bye

I haven’t been writing as much the past few months.

Here’s the thing about writing, it needs breathing room.

I know when I don’t feel like writing anything that I’m entering into the Lull.

The Lull can appear to us in any area of life, it’s not ALL or NONE. We may feel motivated in other ways. It’s really a sort of pranic restructuring to re-harmonizing energy in the same way nature shifts with the seasons.

The Lull is something beyond planting seeds and hoping for something to grow, it’s an honoring of the nervous system and its reach throughout time.

The Lull is a necessary but strange place to visit…sort of like being on an elevator wondering when the door will open and having to find a way to just chill .

When poetic meanderings stop tickling my senses and the urge to let my fingers dance comes to a halt, it’s a moment to embrace the “between” space.

Sometimes I feel like moving more physically inside the Lull of other things, the cauldron of creation still turns outwardly when there is inner stillness and vice-versa. Chaos and order meet on the aetheric bridge of ideas and exchanges…fate and choice collide in new pathways upon the same road.

Lulls are a doorway, an opening, a portal and I believe it’s important to embrace these times.

These are moments of rest and re-calibration.

When these times arise, or actually more of a recline into, it’s easy to think something’s wrong.

The world says you should constantly be outputting something, creating content, that more is better…. but is it?

We can twist our minds to justify anything, like:

- Overcome the lull, challenge yourself when you don’t feel like it, push through it

- Create content so you’re always putting something out or have something ready when “in the lull”

- Don’t worry about feeling inspired, just Do anyway, something is better than nothing

And I don’t even think these are bad ideas, as in some instances, it makes sense.

But the thing is, when we aren’t willing to embrace the lulls and sit in the ghostly places where life feels a bit invisible, where it feels like we’re floating through life instead of charged up for action…. we miss the doorway.

The doorway is entry to slight shifts in perception, to being able to see new folds of inspiration in an accordion like breath of everyday life, in momentous nothingness but the “Lull” comes momentum again….the sigh outward donning new shoes.

All those little fears about what we might “lose” if we give ourselves permission to sit in the liminality of the lull leaves out the possibilities of what we might gain.

Portals to growth open up when we resist the comfortable, the expectations, the visibility, the caring what others think…..when we wear the invisibility cloak, not to hide, but to wrap ourselves up in the numinous nothing as it appears.

This post is an invitation to give yourself the gift of not thinking something is wrong every time you feel uninspired…..and I don’t mean in the hustle and motivation mass mind of more-ness….but the expansiveness of new life born from knowing it is ok to let the transitions be part of the journey, the process, and not separate from it.

Lulls are the space between breaths, the openings between doing and not doing, the energy that waits in the fullness of just being….it’s a resting spot for the auric energy of our being to swell….where tension builds again….until time to bid the Lull…goodbye.

Embrace the Lulls…..life will be there when you return….the words will wait for you to be inSpired again…the passions of your creations will burn with greater magnitude…. the breeze will carry you until the next point of stillness comes.

Like an open field waiting for the fog to clear….the Lull is an invitation to step into the landscape of not knowing what awaits on the other side of the grassy knoll.

We need moments of drift, where to-do lists are set aside and there is nothing left but a sigh...and the winds of time will come back around……the sun will rise….we’ll find our way back to the ebb and flow of the daily tide.

Maybe sometimes it’s not the force we need, but simple knowing that periods of rest are necessary to keep us ON course…it’s not a block, it’s a step, it’s not a pause, it’s a lengthening….these are the times where the fire is fed, where nourishing our soul doesn’t come by way of thoughts we’re thinking in our head, where something new is on the horizon that can only be seen by closing the eyes-in.

In true space,

~ Angela

(p.s. I took this picture of an old cart in my barn that I use to haul things around, a week unused and life still finds a way in its stillness….inside the Lull…captured perfectly in the waiting of a rusty cart where the smallest amount of dirt brings new life while waiting….)