SAPORA KNIGHT

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Hi, I’m Sapora.

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At 29, I sold almost everything I owned, packed one giant green suitcase, and moved to the Swiss Alps. Seven years in Europe and eight countries later, I've learned that curiosity has a funny way of taking you places you never imagined. And often, it's the little things along the way that turn out to be the best part.

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I once herded Swiss calves up a mountain by letting them chase me.

True story.

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I was living in a tiny village and talked a local farmer into letting me help bring the cows home. Pigtails, overalls, no stick. While the farmers tapped and prodded, I clapped, laughed, and ran. Those calves chased me all the way up the hill. I'm fairly certain cows aren't supposed to arrive home quite that excited.

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I've always loved moving my body. I competed as a bodybuilder in the '90s, practiced yoga for over twenty years, and taught for eleven of them. My philosophy was simple: everyone should leave feeling successful in their own way.

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These days, I'm rather smitten with classical Pilates, with some contemporary mixed in. Give me a Cadillac, a Wunda Chair, or a Ladder Barrel, and I'm a happy woman. (Yes, those are Pilates apparatus. I promise.)

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I've learned that strength isn't always about pushing harder. Sometimes the most interesting things happen when I slow down enough to notice the tiniest movement, the subtle ways my body responds, and what changes when I stop trying so hard. I find the human body endlessly fascinating, actually. Mine and yours.

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When I'm not moving, I'm usually creating something, writing, or wandering outdoors. I love those simple Sunday mornings with the windows open, sunlight coming through, and birds carrying on outside. Although, given the choice, I'd much rather be out there with them. A little cabin, some horses nearby, nowhere in particular to be? Heaven.

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For years, I spent every birthday in Baja, walking into the ocean at dawn and watching whales pass at sunset. I take my rituals seriously. I also tend to laugh through most of them.

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And people delight me. Their stories, their peculiarities, the unexpected things you discover when a conversation takes a turn neither of you saw coming. I love a curious mind, a good sense of humor, and those wonderfully unplanned moments when you find yourself talking about something you'd never have thought to bring up.

 

Fair warning, though. If I stop mid-sentence, it's probably because something distracted me.

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A bird outside the window, a thought that wandered off, or perhaps the way you're looking at me.

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I've never thought the best dates needed to be complicated. Good conversation, a glass of something lovely, plenty of laughter, and enough time to forget about the clock. It's rarely about what we're doing, really. It's about the person I'm sharing it with.