The price she pays for peace of mind is silence; a lull during which there are no ripples in the water, it is quiet; not a breath of wind or movement. She’s at a loss during those times. She longs for the bustle of activity, chatter and laughter, arguments or something! “How do you do it though?!” She has been asked. She doesn’t know how to answer that. But such times are to be enjoyed. She is learning to give her energy to the trivial things; not the detrimental trivia but the reading and cleaning and organising and re-organising as she awaits the next activities. She thinks that is the trick to living in the lull – not to try to survive the lull, but to own the moment as though she chose it.