Sabrina Lloyd

I've just finished the most amazing book, The Sound Of A Wild Snail Eating. I don't know why this book, of all the books I've read and...

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...

The garden's weeds look to me as if in battle. The beach calls to be walked, to swim in the coldest water I have known. Acres of forests...

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...

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...

By Mary Oliver, From The Book Of Time, poem 1. I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush...

Painters Muriel Rukeyser In the cave with a long-ago flare a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig. A wall of...

It's been a good week. Busy, and full. I am taking three art classes and getting so much out of each. Feeling more free, trusting my...

I missed the Dear Friday last week. There are not enough hours in the day. One child homeschooling, one virtual learning. Cooking and...

by David Whyte Ten Years Later When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, swaying water slaps against the rolling kayak, I...

Another week filled with art and music, nature, my children's laughter and sometimes tears. Kenya is out of lockdown, cases have fallen,...

Yes, we have all read it, all heard it. Yet still the power of this poem! I was an actress in NYC. My career was full. I was content-ish....

I've watched too much news. I sleep and dream of those suffering in India, the faces caught on cameras gasping for breath. The only...

This one is by my dear friend Joel McKerrow. You must go and visit his HUMAN exhibition. It's art and poetry and music, and profound....

The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...

About six months ago I learned how to knit. Sitting in front of online videos I stitched and stitched until my fingers bled and my dreams...

This one was written by me. I had the great fortune to be accepted into a small workshop with the incredible Rosebud Ben-Oni. This was...

I turn on my computer to see there has been another mass shooting in the States. I turn on the TV and see a news special about all the...

A very famous one, probably familiar to you all, from Mary Oliver. It seems to fit the moment well and I love revisiting it. I seem to do...

It's hard living in two places. Both offer us something so rich and important for our souls and happiness. On the island, it's the...