Happy New Year and Good Morning Digital Neighbors & Friends at Padre's, Rubin Report, Phetasy and Triggernometry. My Dear Refugees, Phamily & Triggeratti, the Early Birds, Dawn Patrol and Fascinating People, those Beautiful Bigots, Conversants, Lurkers, Supporters, Members and Visitors a passing by. A special shout out to the ADD Irregulars of Coffee Talk and all the laughter, experiences and random conversations we have shared in the last year.

It has been a joy visiting these communities on line and meeting the individuals that have formed around these creators that we appreciate. To the degree and desire that you are involved in these communities, thank you. 2021 was a good year over all, and I look forward to the New Year dawning and the surprises, challenges, joys and sorrows it may hold for all of us. I pray there are good people in your life to make the journey more meaningful, the joys all the richer, the sorrows all the smoother, the challenges sweeter and the failures less debilitating. You don't need many, but a kind souls or two can make all the difference.

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. The dawn is a refreshing time, a time of possibility and promise. All the elements of nature—stones, fields, rivers, and animals—are suddenly there anew in the fresh dawn light. Just as darkness brings rest and release, so the dawn brings awakening and renewal. In our mediocrity and distraction, we forget that we are privileged to live in a wondrous universe. Each day, the dawn unveils the mystery of this universe. Dawn is the ultimate surprise; it awakens us to the immense “thereness” of nature. The wonderful subtle color of the universe arises to clothe everything. This is captured in a phrase from William Blake: “Colours are the wounds of light.” Colors bring out the depth of secret presence at the heart of nature.