When they sleep

I read a poem today, by the Norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) :

All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
– God, teach me the language of sleep.

half-open flowers

If only we could speak to each other then, when our hearts are like half-open flowers, what a difference that could make. What would you be saying differently do you think?


For three nights in a row I’ve been unable to sleep. At all. Total insomnia. It’s never ever happened to me before and I have no clue as to why it’s happening now.

I’ve been lousy at good winding down routines these past days though – and hence I’ve made myself a few promises:

1) to stop using social media and my computer at evenings after dinner – including work email etc
2) to get fresh air and exercise daily
3) to rejoin the ‘go to bed by 10 pm’-movement
4) to start to read fiction before turning off the lights, rather than facts – it gets my brain going! (I’ll have to incorporate a reading hour during the day for the other category.)

Now, I don’t drink anything with caffeine and barely any alcohol at all, I eat healthy food, my bedroom is dark, fairly cool and we have a no device-policy for the bedroom already. So that’s not something I need to include, just continue practicing.


What else do you suggest I do?