Lisa Thorpe

While There’s Hope There’s Life

Banners for Trinity Cathedral Little Rock from charred vestment recovered from August fire.

It is winter here in Little Rock, snow, freezing rain and frosty nights have been the norm these past few months…as it should be really, it is winter after all. I’ve hung a bird feeder that I can see from kitchen window. The Cardinals, Chickadees, Sparrows, Jays, and Downy woodpeckers are a bright flash of life and color in my otherwise grey/brown backyard. “While there’s life there’s hope” said the Roman philosopher Cicero. The birds provide the hope in the wintering times. Fleeting reminders to take heart. The cycle of the seasons teaches us that the wintering introspective times are necessary for the bloom of spring to come. The contemplative cold of our lives, however painful, seems to be necessary for us to bloom, grow, and bear fruit. That doesn’t mean I like it. It doesn’t mean it’s not cold and lonely sometimes. It feels like it has been a year of wintering – like Persephone stuck in the underworld with Hades too long.

Along with the challenges of moving across country this past year, our young adult son has been on his own, far flung from us. It took us some months to realize he was sinking, not really adulting, not even managing really. Oh, what a stab to the heart of a mother this kind of revelation is. When they are wee babes, failure to thrive is the diagnosis, when they are adults, it is equally troubling and as a parent my control over the situation is nil. But this past week our son chose to come live with us. He recognized he was sinking and grasped the hands we extended to him and is raising his head out of the cold and shadows. While I know there is more work to do the relief, the thaw, is palatable. The sun is warm on the back even on a chill day. I have witnessed squirrels in the neighborhood building nests and the owls, I’ve read, are entering the flirting season. So, while all is grey and bare, the squirrels and owls seem to know something of hope. The light of the day grows by two minutes a day in my part of the world. The light is returning, as promised. The seeds planted are pushing against the darkness of the topsoil. There is life, there is hope. May it be so with you too, may the wintering time reveal new growth and new life in the coming seasons.

Pictured above and below are the banners and liturgical stoles I made from the burned bits of vestments lost in an arson fire back in August, at Trinity Episcopal Cathedral here in Little Rock. I volunteered my talents to create something new from the ashes. I am very proud of this project, and this is just another seed planted. Showing this new community, a bit of who I am and the gifts I have to offer.

I am planting more seeds in the form of spring classes I hope you’ll join me. Follow the links to learn more and sign up.

Wing & a Prayer Flags – February 26th, 2022, 12-3pm Central

Birdbox Fabric Collage – March 26th, 2022, 12-3:30 Central

Photo to Fabric – April 3rd, 2022, 2-3:30 Central

Intro to Delightenment Workbook – April 30th, 2022 2-3:30 Central

Follow me on Intagram @lisathorpeartist to see my 100 day challenge to build my Delightenment Workbook every day for 100 days.

Four Stoles made from charred remnants after fire.

Comments

  • February 13, 2022
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    Just such strong beautiful work! I love that you built on the charred remains. I think much of life is like that… creating, having things fall apart then rebuilding something beautiful! Kudos Lisa!

  • February 13, 2022
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    Lisa Prestwich Phelps

    Thank you Lisa. I love seeing the banners and stoles… so much hope in your work! I can’t tell you how much I understand the parenting of young adults and the joy, fear and hope of it. I so enjoyed the class I took with you. You brightened my winter. Much love to you!

  • February 13, 2022
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    Very beautiful stoles you created. The group in Little Rock are fortunate to have you in their community.

  • February 13, 2022
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    Beautiful and inspiring words. Beautiful and inspiring hope from the ashes.

  • February 13, 2022
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    Ann

    While you were in Healdsburg, I took several classes form you, and we miss your creativity out here! But I love your musings; think what you have made for your new home from the ashes of a bad fire, show just how much your new community is so lucky to have you. You are inspiring and beautiful, and your thoughts and honesty give us all hope, no matter where we live!

  • February 13, 2022
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    Jane

    The stoles are so beautiful, you are amazing.
    I had opportunity today to talk with several friends about the blessings of life’s challenges. While I would never wish most of those challenges on others, or myself, I can see how they helped me grow into who I am, and certainly beyond what others expected or told me to be. So from the ashes sometimes good and even great things can arise. But despite these unexpected blessings, I would still, without hesitation, chose to avoid those ash filled places in the first place, if I could.
    Thank you for sharing the struggles of your son. I know so many parents who are or have faced painful challenges of many kinds with their children, and all parents face challenges to some degree at all stages. (Once a parent, always a parent!) Yet all seem to find that these are the hardest conversations to share. So much of what we are inclined to share is about our children’s successes and achievements, unintentionally (perhaps) putting them and ourselves, on pedestals – deceiving ourselves, and creating pain for and isolating those who struggle around/with us. I pray that your son rises from his ashes, realizes he is far from alone, and that in time, even these current struggles (as much as he and you would rather avoid them altogether) will eventually provide unexpected blessings, growth and strength.

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    Valerie A Hill

    I always appreciate your honesty. Our daughter is struggling too. My mother is faltering. My brother is taking slow strides. Sometimes I feel I am holding everyone up and I don’t have the strength, but then I get up and do the best I can. And my art sustains me.

  • February 14, 2022
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    Gayle Visher

    Your open heart and generosity warms me. You are missed more than you might realize. I look forward to seeing you in class. Grateful for the opportunities of the virtual world.

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