mothering | SabrinaLloyd

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...

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...

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...

Thank you.

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...

Notes 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...