For me, change is no longer a choice, but a practice, a faith, a reality of life. I have been called upon to change my life, and to share the experience, to pass along what I have learned, to acknowledge my successes and defeats, my struggles and opportunities. Change is everywhere. Our world is changing, the very idea of money is changing, information changes daily,  politics and culture are changing,  women are rising, war is failing,  the men who ruled and nearly destroyed the world are falling into disarray, work and connection and the even the nature of Mother Earth is changing and we can see and feel it every day, those of us who are awakening. I have shed fear as the driving force in my life, rejected argument as a means of communication, stopped exploiting animals to fill the emotional holes in my life, ended a long marriage, left my world and family behind, run to the mountain and back again a few times.

Change is not bounded or finite, it is boundless and infinite. There is no boundary around it.

I am not done, I am not nearly done. In every way in which it is possible, I am just beginning. Every day I see and learn more about how I have to change. To turn inward for strength, to understand who I am, what creativity is, to move away from people, things and ideas that kept me asleep and in pain. I understand that change is my faith, my practice. In the constancy of animals, I see my own movement, the hard and enduring work I have to do. Change is everything in our world. Accepting it, understanding it, practicing it is, to me, the very definition of meaning and survival in our time. I have been sowing the seeds of change for some years now, and this year, I hope and expect to see these seeds sprout and grow.

I embrace change, and am learning not to judge it but to manage it. Nostalgia is just a trap for me, another struggle story like the price of things and paying taxes. It was not better then or worse, it was just then and this is now. I pick and choose, experiment and withdraw, charge and retreat. I love the Kindle last week, I love bookstores this week, I am learning to keep both in my life. Facebook is a powerful tool of change for me, but it serves me, and I do not serve it. Once a day is good enough. Each communication I send or receive is important, and if it isn’t, I don’t send or receive it. I don’t need software to help me like or be liked.  Change helps me to grow, to understand who I am. Here is the question when it comes to change? Will I keep my truth? Will I be relevant? Is my life full of meaning and love?

In my photography, I see change everywhere, it seeks out the camera and calls out to me from the roadsides. Change is my life, my purpose. My calling.