Sabrina Lloyd

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...

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...

I am starting a new series here about women: their creative processes, their foundations, the things they use to hold themselves up when...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I missed the Dear Friday last week. There are not enough hours in the day. One child homeschooling, one virtual learning. Cooking and...