REFLECTIONS ON FAITH & ART

We've been working hard and learning all kinds of new things while creating for Resurgam Coffee . We're creating a website with e-commerce aspects, forms that automatically send intake info to a spreadsheet, fluid layouts that will work correctly across a variety of platforms (smartphones, tablets, desktops, laptops... though I'm not bothering with Apple Watches. Sorry.) And this past week has included laying out the design for their coffee bags and labels. It's been fun, interesting, and sometimes stressful as we learn how to integrate all the things that need to happen for a multi-purpose site to work well and still convey the message of what Resurgam Coffee is about. In the meantime I highly recommend going over and checking out the Resurgam Coffee Facebook page and visiting Lemonade International to see why this is more than just coffee and what Resurgam means in real life – The Latin translation is "I will rise." (Which is an extra dose of rand

Hooking up accounts. Testing... is this thing on?

It's been quite a long time since I've used this blog to communicate. I went back and forth with whether to keep this one going or start a new one with the new business Rusty and I set up last week. But this feels like the right way to go – to go ahead and continue on with something that started years ago. Honestly, a part of me wants to continue this one because Betsy posted here and this is where I processed losing Sam. So for now, that's what we'll do. I know for anyone that knows us personally and is reading this you may be wondering why we started a business fresh off of cancer treatment, a house with plenty of unfinished projects, and two high school aged boys – one of whom is now working at Kings Island but won't be able to get his driver's license until August (just shoot me now, please.) I guess the answer to that is... why not now? Honestly, this breast cancer thing has been awful in that my body still kind of hates me. And awesome in that it's

          "My name is also Ransom," said the Voice.       It was some time before the purport of this saying dawned upon him.  He whom the other worlds call Maleldil, was the world's ransom, his own ransom, well he knew.  But to what purpose was it said now?  Before the answer came to him he felt its insufferable approach and held out his arms before him as if he could keep it from forcing open the door of his mind.  But it came.  That that was the real issue.  If he now failed, this world also would hereafter be redeemed.  If he were not the ransom, Another would be.  Yet nothing was ever repeated.  Not a second crucifixion: perhaps – who knows – not even a second Incarnation...  some act of even more appalling love, some glory of yet deeper humility.  For he had seen already how the pattern grows and how from each world it sprouts into the next through some other dimension.  The small external evil which Satan had done in Malacandra was only as a line: the deeper ev

          They left the great granite plain and flew over a garden even more beautiful than anything in a dream.  It in were gathered many of the creatures like the one Mrs. Whatsit had become, some lying among the flowers, some swimming in a broad, crystal river that flowed through the garden, some flying in what Meg was sure must be a kind of dance, moving in and out above the trees.  They were making music, music that came not only from their throats but from the movement of their great wings as well.           "What are they singing?" Meg asked excitedly.            Mrs. Whatsit shook her beautiful head.  "It won't go into your words.  I can't possibly transfer it to your words.  Are you getting any of it, Charles?"            Charles Wallace sat very still on the broad back, on his face an intently listening look, the look he had when he delved into Meg or his mother.  " A little.  Just a very little.  But I think I could more in time.

After all this time, I'm finally posting.  And finally got around to taking some photos.  I keep meaning to post them but stuff kept coming up (like tearing apart the master bath... and the furnace deciding to stop working...)   Then I stumbled upon this post at Between Naps on the Porch, which is one of the blogs I read when I get a chance.  These link "parties" are always cool to take a bit to browse because you get some really great ideas from other people you would never otherwise meet in real life! Now, thanks to Laurie, I read quite a few home decor and DIY blogs.  But have never posted photos or linked to them.  I love to look but it never occurs to me to share my stuff with anyone else.  And when I saw HomeGoods I got a little sniffy because I loved HomeGoods when we lived in Maryland (their Waugh Chapel store misses me, I'm sure.)  But as far as I knew, we didn't have a HomeGoods in Cincinnati.  Every time I'd happen to catch David Bromstead on HGT