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...

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...

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....

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

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...

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...

I watched the most fascinating documentary the other night. It's called Misha and the Wolves and it's about a woman who walked 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...

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...

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,...

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...