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Spring has sprung, windows cracked at night, air so sweet and fresh. The world still holding so much turmoil, which makes me hold tighter...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 18, 20221 min read
Slowing down....
Happy Easter, for those who celebrate. Happy passover, for those in celebration. Happy full moon for all you witches. I've been slowing...
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sabrina lloyd
Feb 22, 20221 min read
Where do our wishes go when they fall with the stars?
Spring is reaching out her hand, pulling us slowing out of winter. I hold her tight, interlace her fingers with mine, chasing that...
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sabrina lloyd
Feb 4, 20221 min read
and another moon passed...
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Jan 3, 20221 min read
happy new year on a new moon night
“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...
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sabrina lloyd
Dec 16, 20212 min read
Holiday time
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Dec 5, 20211 min read
A year with paint stained hands.
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Nov 2, 20211 min read
Do you do what you do for love?
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Aug 17, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and the apocalypse
The world sure feels overwhelming right now. Fires, and the pandemic. Earthquakes and images of desperation as people cling to an...
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sabrina lloyd
Jul 3, 20212 min read
Dear Friday, from an island in the Salish Sea
I've been absent from this space. The travel home, the resettling, readjusting. Beds to make, friends to reconnect with. Seeds planted in...
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sabrina lloyd
May 31, 20211 min read
Monday's poem
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...
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sabrina lloyd
May 28, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
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...
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sabrina lloyd
May 24, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and life lately
I missed the Dear Friday last week. There are not enough hours in the day. One child homeschooling, one virtual learning. Cooking and...
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sabrina lloyd
May 14, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
Another week filled with art and music, nature, my children's laughter and sometimes tears. Kenya is out of lockdown, cases have fallen,...
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sabrina lloyd
May 10, 20212 min read
Monday's poem and my life within it.
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....
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 30, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 26, 20213 min read
Monday's poem
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....
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 23, 20211 min read
Dear Friday,
The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 21, 20212 min read
The drawer of things that didn’t work out
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...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 19, 20211 min read
Monday's poem
This one was written by me. I had the great fortune to be accepted into a small workshop with the incredible Rosebud Ben-Oni. This was...
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