Sabrina Lloyd

Spring has sprung, windows cracked at night, air so sweet and fresh. The world still holding so much turmoil, which makes me hold tighter...

Happy Easter, for those who celebrate. Happy passover, for those in celebration. Happy full moon for all you witches. I've been slowing...

Spring is reaching out her hand, pulling us slowing out of winter. I hold her tight, interlace her fingers with mine, chasing that...

Is this just age? When time seems to move so fast that you turn around and days bleed into weeks that leak into years so that you wake up...

“sunray” 14x 19, mixed media I find myself holding hope today, as the sun sets and a new moon begins its rise. My hope holding hands with...

Our days in this part of the world are getting darker, light leaving little by little as we sit on the cusp of the winter solstice. I...

The light today was pure bliss. We all stopped and just stared for a while, fell deep into the rays and washed ourselves with beauty. A...

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...

The world sure feels overwhelming right now. Fires, and the pandemic. Earthquakes and images of desperation as people cling to an...

I've been absent from this space. The travel home, the resettling, readjusting. Beds to make, friends to reconnect with. Seeds planted in...

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...

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...