Sabrina Lloyd

I watched a poppy flower being born. It's sheath move little by little under a shower of the sun's rays until it fell to the ground and...

A friend reached out a hand today to pull me back here. I've gotten lost in my work, in the sufferings of the world, in the blossoms...

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...

Another storm is on its way, carrying a warning on its wind. We spent yesterday stacking wood to ready ourselves for fallen trees and...

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...

I read an interview today with Elizabeth Strout, the author of Olive Kitteridge. She said many inspiring things, but the part that has...

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...

Things can happen so fast. Change falling like hail from a second ago blue sky. I've had loss that came too quickly in my life, left me...

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...

I've been working on this piece for the last few days. The world and its struggles pouring into my eyes through images and words and...

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...

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,...

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...

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...

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....