Welcome my 12 faithful congregants! If you’d turn your hymnals to the tragedy of “Macbeth”, let’s take a look at a very short passage:
Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep”, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast….
Macbeth (Act II, Sc II)
Even without knowing much about the context of this passage, I’ve always loved this image. It seems to crystalized an image that I’ve always had of sleep–that it is a great healer of mind, body, and spirit. Whether it is a mid-day nap or turning in early to be able to shut my mind down to whatever may be troubling me, there is nothing like the retreat of sleep. When I feel overwhelmed by exhaustion, worry, or anxiety there are sometimes where it is sleep alone that “knits up” and mends my soul. Sometimes the clarity I have when I wake up is startling to me.
Of course, Macbeth has just murdered King Duncan in this scene and has a whole lot on his mind. Not surprisingly, this little passage has been analyzed deeply but there is one simple (I like simple) aspect of it that I wanted to share.
Shakespeare often uses sleep as a metaphor for death or vice versa and so mixing them so closely here makes this passage even more interesting to me. He calls sleep, “the death of each day’s life” and then follows with two descriptions of it as a soothing “balm” that can cure the pains of both our bodies and our minds.
Then he calls it “great nature’s second course.” Hmmm. Does that make nature’s first course life and all that comes with it–experience, love, excitement, danger, sorrow, and death?
I needed some help from Dave’s blog “The Ape Philosophy” which can be found at (apeliterature.blogspot.com). He suggests that:
“A “ravell’d sleave” is a tangled skein of thread or yarn. Macbeth uses it as a metaphor for the kind of contravention we experience when we have so many problems that we can’t see the end to any of them.”
Truth be told though, I need very little excuse, to find my way to bed in the mid-afternoon for my escape into unconsciousness. You know how when you can’t get your computer, TV, router, smartphone, or tablet to work properly and after maybe an hour of frustration you remember that the best medicine for anything technological is to shut it down, talk nicely to it, let it rest a bit, and then start it back up? Sleep is like that for me. It’s my chance to shut down, reboot, and waken, energized and ready once again to enjoy what the rest of the day has planned for me.