Do you do what you do for love?
We've just had the most glorious 3 days. After endless rain, the sun came out and filled our hearts and souls. We hiked along the coast...
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sabrina lloyd
Oct 19, 20211 min read
Painting someone's story
I just finished working on a commission piece. It took so much out of me; it brought me such joy to do it. Like all of my work, I paint...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 30, 20211 min read
A Sunday Story
I watched the most fascinating documentary the other night. It's called Misha and the Wolves and it's about a woman who walked to...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 25, 20211 min read
Tueday's troubles and tenderness
We are not in lockdown again, but our faces must be covered once more starting tomorrow in BC. Our hidden faces are what led me to my...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 17, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and the apocalypse
The world sure feels overwhelming right now. Fires, and the pandemic. Earthquakes and images of desperation as people cling to an...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 17, 20211 min read
Dear Friday, on a Saturday, I offer you this poem....
Season to Season by Clive James I have been fooled before, and just because This summer seems so long, it might not be My last. Winter...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 13, 20211 min read
The year of July and Monday's poem
A slip of the tongue; A beautiful new way to measure time. The summer days lend themselves to that feeling the days will not end, the...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 10, 20211 min read
Summer days and the sweetest little gallery
I am letting summer in. The rest, slow down. Heat making limbs loose; Naps always on the edge of fingers. Long walks on the beach,...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 6, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and life lately
The heatwave passed. Long walks on the beach. Homemade ice cream in bowls made by my own hands. Still in awe of being home. The beauty...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 3, 20212 min read
Dear Friday, from an island in the Salish Sea
I've been absent from this space. The travel home, the resettling, readjusting. Beds to make, friends to reconnect with. Seeds planted in...
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