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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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What's waiting for you on Sunday the 12th?

Hello Reader, You might know me mostly as a yoga teacher (or maybe you are getting to know me now). I love that practice deeply, 23 years in and it still teaches me something everyday. My love for yoga was always multi-faceted, but part of it was the exploration of self-mastery through discipline and focus of the mind cultivated from the body up. Raja yoga suited that. But then after my daughter was born, I needed something more primal. A container that could hold both my sacred expression...

Hello Reader, Your body is absolutely extraordinary. Can you feel it? It carries you through everything. Through sinking grief. Through expansive joy. Through unsettling uncertainty. Through anchoring love. Through the ambling mundane tasks of a Tuesday morning. The depths and the stillness that punctuate your aliveness. It’s all experienced through the body. But sometimes in the rhythm of daily life, we lose this connection to feeling our way through. The aliveness gets a little muted. We...

The heart of somatics

Hello Reader, On Sunday I guided my first in-person soma ceremony here in Swakop. Over three hours we shared cacao, a conscious dance journey and yin yoga before settling deeply into stillness with yoga nidra. I had a very simple intention for the ceremony. Offer a space where everyone felt safe enough to hear the story that their body has to tell. Hearing what everyone had to share in our closing circle, still has my heart beating warm gratitude. Each story shared threads with the others,...

Ecstatic Dance in Arambol, India - 2018

Hello Reader, On New Year’s eve I went out dancing for the first time since getting pregnant in 2022. I put my daughter to bed and headed out to the desert with a travel mug full of cacao and a bottle of non-alcoholic bubbly while her dad stayed home to watch her. Driving home from the festival around 01:00 with a full heart and tired feet, I remembered how much I’ve always loved dancing. I also remembered how as a shy depressed teen and anxious but adventurous young woman, dancing at clubs...

Threshold in desert landscape

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...