Sabrina Lloyd

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,...

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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

It's hard living in two places. Both offer us something so rich and important for our souls and happiness. On the island, it's the...

I've been watching the George Floyd trial happening in the States. I know I shouldn't. I couldn't watch the videos from the day when it...

Insomnia found me a few years ago. It comes in waves, like storms. Sometimes it is only for a night, other times it lingers for what...

Long week. It's hot in Kenya. Bone melting hot. But the long rains are coming and they bring their own difficulty so I lean into the sun...