Big Things. Small Things.


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 dissolution equally all before lunch.

Two years down the line I am finding myself again, through practicing & guiding yoga, as I have always done.

On Monday and Thursday afternoons I drive out of town to go teach a handful of students at a quaint little studio in the desert. It simple, spacious, relaxed and utterly healing.

There are always plans, but ultimately we tend to whom and what shows up on the day. The asana & practices are just a doorway to embodying the deeper currents of our lives.

It is here where I am remembering how to heal the grief, the post-partum depression and burnout that has been on my path until recently.

It is from here that the irrepressible current of energy urging me to write, re-connect & share gently pours forth.


What you make of it

A gentle darkness still cloaks the room as I open my eyes from underneath the warm cocoon of blankets. A tumble of strawberry blonde curls lie tucked into my arm, not yet ready to leave our shared nest or my side.

Dipping in and out of dreams from last night we lie in silence, waiting to see what the day brings forth from within us.

The shower starts running, marking the time and calling us to move as the water stops. The heaviness of sleep still has us in its embrace.

In this liminal space, a host of guests stand at the door, waiting to step over the threshold. Which one will be invited in first? What will this day bring?

Joy, as I consciously breathe in and kiss the curly warm head snuggled onto my shoulder.

Some days a heaviness. A bone deep tiredness, that pulls you down into the mattress.

Some days a heaviness. A bone deep comfort, that pulls you down into the mattress.

What the body feels is unfiltered.

What the mind makes of it is another story...


I look forward to connecting with you more regularly here to share musings and practices that bring you back to the center of yourself.

Much love, Liezl

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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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