As a little girl I used to believe one day a prince would come to save me. From what? I could never really say. I didn't really care, truth be told. It was just important that I would be saved by someone brave and handsome. I used to practice lying very very still. Just like Snow White. Then... I grew up.

 

Now I take joy in leaping, tumbling, balancing, and falling. I create whatever I wish for with my own two hands. I draw to chronicle the strange journey that I am on. As a yoga teacher, as a craftster, and as a mother. The prince showed up eventually. And when he did, we just laughed. Because there was no saving left to do.