Sabrina Lloyd

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...

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...

Yesterday began in the heavens and constellations. My son is taking a class with an astronomer working in Northern British Columbia....

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...

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...

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...