Sabrina Lloyd

I am unable to stay up late. My days are so full that I collapse with the sun, as if its orange ball were a weight that drags me down...

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...

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...

We have such good plans, good intentions, and then time moves and paint flows and children get fed and here we are. Not Friday, but my...

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...

“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 rain keeps falling. We've been lucky so far, on our little island. A few mud slides, some torn up roads, but everyone has been safe....

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...

Today is Thanksgiving in Canada. Even after all these years it catches me by surprise. It is so ingrained in me for it to fall closer to...

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...

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

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...

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,...