It is so interesting that around the world, people say good night to each other…for ages I’m guessing. Probably since we had language. It feels so fundamental the wish for a good night. We carry, perhaps the fear of what the night will bring or what dreams will come or the obliterating quality of sleep. Perhaps we evolved language simply to assure each other that we would be alright, that we could sleep, that we would wake up safe or wake up at all. Of course we wish one another good morning and good afternoon and good day as well – but it is the night that is most potent, most poignant.
Perhaps that’s why we have lullabies. I just wrote one today in honor of the families separated at the border. Here it is on my website: