Do you ever have those nights when you just can’t sleep? That was me this week. I was sleepless at a hotel in Pasadena, California.
I tried it all:
- Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn.
- Punch down the pillow.
- Imagine flowing in a peaceful river.
- Breathe in, count to 4, breathe out, count to 4, repeat…
- Relax every body part, starting at the feet and working upward.
- Count My blessings (Instead of Sheep)…as in the Irving Berlin song.
But it didn’t work.
Nothing did.
That’s ok.
I got a haiku out of it, thinking about how being young means never having insomnia. And how I never knew to appreciate that when I was young.
Haiku: Youth
those long-ago days
when “I’m going back to sleep!”
could somehow come true
It was nice to remember the Irving Berlin song about insomnia, and how I used to watch White Christmas (the movie in which it was featured) with my Dad. So maybe sleeplessness isn’t all bad.
Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)
in the movie White Christmas
When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings
by Irving Berlin
National Haiku Writing Month
February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?)... For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
When you’re up against a wall.
Ambien works best of all.
So poetic! You must be one of the Insomnia Club. It meets in the middle of the night, in our minds. 😳
Yes and no. Ambien can cut a flight of ten hours into a flight of two. And, it helps when you are trying to return from jet lag. Other times, I usually get up and work quietly… toddlers hear everything in the night.
OMG does that bring back memories…once again, you inspire a story. Look for Buzz Lightyear in a future post. And thanks, they’re nice memories. About a week ago, the Musical Millennial was a toddler. This weekend, we’re in LA as a belated 21st birthday gift.
So are we. How long for?
Til Sunday morning. Are y’all working? We went to the Mashed Potato last night. Fun place.
Whoops, I meant the Baked Potato.
Love this!!!