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sabrina lloyd
Feb 4, 20221 min read
and another moon passed...
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Dec 16, 20212 min read
Holiday time
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Dec 5, 20211 min read
A year with paint stained hands.
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Nov 9, 20212 min read
A poem, two paintings, and a prayer.
Another storm is on its way, carrying a warning on its wind. We spent yesterday stacking wood to ready ourselves for fallen trees and...
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sabrina lloyd
Oct 4, 20212 min read
Notes from my table on loneliness
Yesterday I sat with my children at the water's edge. The sun was making its way towards the horizon. A sea lion surfaced only a few feet...
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sabrina lloyd
Jun 22, 20211 min read
Monday's poem
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...
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sabrina lloyd
May 28, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
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...
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sabrina lloyd
May 24, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and life lately
I missed the Dear Friday last week. There are not enough hours in the day. One child homeschooling, one virtual learning. Cooking and...
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sabrina lloyd
May 14, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
Another week filled with art and music, nature, my children's laughter and sometimes tears. Kenya is out of lockdown, cases have fallen,...
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sabrina lloyd
May 10, 20212 min read
Monday's poem and my life within it.
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....
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 30, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 23, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 21, 20212 min read
The drawer of things that didn’t work out
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 16, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 9, 20211 min read
Grief
I've been watching the George Floyd trial happening in the States. I know I shouldn't. I couldn't watch the videos from the day when it...
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sabrina lloyd
Mar 29, 20211 min read
Monday's poem
This one sinks me every time I read it, and I read it often. It's by RACHEL ELIZA GRIFFITHS, from her collection Seeing The Body. House...
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sabrina lloyd
Mar 16, 20211 min read
It's not mindfulness, it's rest.
Insomnia found me a few years ago. It comes in waves, like storms. Sometimes it is only for a night, other times it lingers for what...
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sabrina lloyd
Mar 12, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
Long week. It's hot in Kenya. Bone melting hot. But the long rains are coming and they bring their own difficulty so I lean into the sun...
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sabrina lloyd
Feb 11, 20211 min read
pivoting towards grace
I read the most beautiful sentence today. It was in reference to hardship, change, desire for a more fulfilling life. We can choose the...
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sabrina lloyd
Feb 10, 20211 min read
Between 2 worlds
I’ve been on this expat journey years longer than a decade now. From one country to another, we move and settle only to uproot once...
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