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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 or festivals was always accompanied by alcohol or substances. It was part culture, part self-determination. Part fake confidence and part self-medication. It took me quite some years to untangle it all. Until the dancing came as easy and free as breathing. Wherever I might be. My first ecstatic dance and thus consciously sober dance night out was in India in 2018. A place called The Source in Arambol. It was early days of what would become 2 years exploring complete sobriety as a way to reset my relationship with alcohol. Standing at the edge of the dance floor, heart beating in a mixture of joy-fear as I watched the wild and the free giving expression to their souls. I was captivated but stiff. Inspired but repressed. And I kept dancing anyway, despite feeling awkward, self-conscious and like I was trying too hard. I’m glad I did. Come 2025, I took a deep dive into conscious dance with a year long online course. From the womb of my office, every week I have been dancing myself into connection and wholeness. The privacy of having the camera off and being in my own space has allowed a depth of expression and feeling I have not known before. It gives space to emotions and parts of myself that have had no-where to come home to. Parts that I haven't even met yet. Dreams I haven't dared to open. Until now. Through dancing I have been healing the hurt, scared and tired that my body still carried. Through dancing I have discovered my strength, joy and lightness of being. And that there is space for all of it to be held and nourished. On Saturday, I am sharing my first dance offering, Embodied Seeds, where you will be guided to find the rhythm of your own being (about 30 min and camera off), and then held and nourish in a practice of yin and yoga nidra to anchor all that beautiful insight for the year ahead. Embodied SeedsSaturday, January 10, 2026 Investment:
If you have been looking to try a new approach to moving & connecting with self, this might just be the one for you. Or if you just love dancing with a generous serving of relaxation to follow!
Much love, Liezl
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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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