sabrina lloydFeb 221 minWhere 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...
sabrina lloydFeb 41 minand 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...
sabrina lloydOct 3, 20212 minNotes from my table on loneliness 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...
sabrina lloydSep 11, 20211 minFrom sky to rootYesterday began in the heavens and constellations. My son is taking a class with an astronomer working in Northern British Columbia....
sabrina lloydMay 17, 20211 minMonday's poemby 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...
sabrina lloydApr 23, 20211 minDear Friday,The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...
sabrina lloydApr 21, 20212 minThe drawer of things that didn’t work outAbout 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...
sabrina lloydApr 12, 20211 minMonday's poem. A very famous one, probably familiar to you all, from Mary Oliver. It seems to fit the moment well and I love revisiting it. I seem to do...