Life Will Find A Way…..    

Life.  Mine, yours, or the hound dog next door, it is no matter, because where ever I look I am reminded that it really is the daily act of living that defines who we are, who we have become, and, what we will leave behind when the dust of our bones and, memories of the living is all remains of us. 

Every gravel road will bring beauty.

I have five children.  This truly defines the complex combination of who I am.  A wife, and, mother of five babies dropped by the stork into waiting arms.  Arms that were empty, and waiting for ten years.  I find it necessary to illuminate this because only four of my children are living.  Only four voices have I heard.  Only four babies have looked into my eyes.  Only one baby awaits me in the arms of an angel.  Surviving the loss of Noah, and raising his three brothers, and baby sister, has been the greatest undertaking of my life. 

The passion, laughter, over achieving spark, and stubbornness that I put into everything that passes in-front of my path in this life keeps me walking a prescription free, gravel embedded corridor of sanity.  Seek out the hope in each moment, celebrate the smallest successes, photograph it beautifully the first time for you may never again have the chance to, and, smile.  Smile when the tears fall, when the darkness looms, when your world feels uncontrollable.  Sometimes a smile is all you can offer.  A smile can change someone else’s day, and we really don’t have to look very hard to find someone else with a problem that is throwing sand in their eyes.  Someone, who has had a loss, someone, who feels alone, someone, on the verge of falling into the volcano of insanity we have all stood on the rim of.  Each, and every one of us knows, that living, is anything but easy.   

This blog will not always be about the creation of life, and what may spring forth from a crevice of dirt in an abandoned parking lot, some days, like today, it is about the simple daily mundane routine of laundry, dishes, getting more milk, and, yogurt, which feeds the persistence that my life will find a way.  My heart will find a way to laugh, a way to succeed, a way to smile, a way to keep grief from consuming me, for it, the grief, is never gone.  It is a devil kept at bay by over commitment, and a burning hatred of failure. 

Here in these lines I set out to show through a combination of photography, and writing that everywhere you look Life Will Find A Way…..

~Nita Lundberg

Dedicated on this, the 15th of October, 2012, the 10 year anniversary of the birth of our first born sons:  to Ron Lundberg, and our children; Isaiah Lundberg, Noah Lundberg born still, Elijah Lundberg, Gideon Lundberg, Sarah Lundberg