Sabrina Lloyd

“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 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...

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...

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...

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...

by David Whyte Ten Years Later When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, swaying water slaps against the rolling kayak, I...

Another week filled with art and music, nature, my children's laughter and sometimes tears. Kenya is out of lockdown, cases have fallen,...

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...

The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...

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...