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Liezl Hoving

I'm a yoga teacher and trainer sharing somatic & reflective practices that cultivate right relationship between body, mind and heart to live in felt wholeness.

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Planting Embodied Seeds for 2026

Dear Reader, Azza Al Ghardaqa on Unsplash The darkness begins to give way to unfamiliar textures underneath my feet. A foreign breeze caresses my bare arms, legs and torso. It is cool on my cheeks, with a lingering smell I cannot quite place as it stirs something in my chest. It passes. With effort I open my heavy eyelids. My eyes strain to focus and adjust to the light. Eventually my gaze comes to rest on the unknown horizon stretching out ahead of me. I turn around to see where I have come...

Hello Reader It's a busy week. The to-do list is long and is pressing into me from all sides. I need a brisk walk to wake up my brain and body. A walk to ease the feeling of flight welling up in my legs. A walk to give me perspective. A walk to ground me back into the smells, sights and sounds of right now. I hit my regular route down to the beach, walk under my favorite tree and past the hedge of blooming aloes, red rockets pointed up at the sky. I get to the walkway. I turn left. I fall in...

Hello Reader, Whooosh We’re both making swishing wave sounds while our hands trace the shapes of them in the air. ‘This is how they come and go.’ Whooooosh whoosh ‘Some are very big and some are small. Some feel easy and some feel hard. Sometimes there are even many of them together!’ Whoooosh whoosh whoosh woooooosh Our hands tangle and twirl together in the air, wave upon wave upon wave… We giggle. ‘Did you feel them in your body this week? There were some big ones.’ She latches on to...

Hello Reader, I was told that motherhood would change everything, but I didn't really realise how much of everything there was. On the threshold of my daughter having turned two, I am reflecting on how the landscape around me and in me has changed. The big things have become small things, melting away like clocks in a Dali painting as time stretches out. And oh my, how the small things have become the big things. Life has acquired a level of intimacy that has me dancing with delight and...