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Dear Reader, 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 from. Behind me, a doorway is fading into nothingness. I cannot return. Whether it be by something happening beyond our control, or through meeting the boundaries of the shell that carried and protected us once… We find ourselves at a threshold in life. It can be in the inevitable evolution of the self. Or the ineffable portals that guide us in and out of this world. Birth. Death. And the holy dance between them. Doorways between what was and what can be. Doorways that keep life continuing. I have passed through many thresholds in my life, as I am sure have you. Each bringing its own measure of change and loss, but also new growth and horizons. Some suddenly roll over your path without warning, shaking the foundations of all you know. Some arrive lightly, with a whisper that gets louder and louder in the still moments between. Some seem to simply open up in the middle of nowhere, drawing you in as everything around you contracts. Some are subtle, signaled by the shifting of the seasons, the arc of the moon and days that drop from the calendar like autumn leaves. Yet how they arrive is of less importance than how you step through. Crossing threshold after threshold there is much wisdom to be gleaned from the letting go, the liminal transition and the landing in a life renewed. And every time a threshold begins to flicker into the periphery of our vision, heralding the arrival of a new world, we can choose to meet it with open eyes and wise hearts. The turning of the year is its own threshold. A moment to pause between what was and what can be. On Saturday, January 10, I'm holding space for Embodied Seeds, a guided New Year's threshold ceremony to cross into 2026 consciously, restfully and intentionally. We'll move through Conscious Free Movement and Yin Yoga, then drop into Yoga Nidra, and plant intentions for the year ahead. This is embodied practice - starting from the body, not the mind. Letting the body's wisdom lead us into the new. This is for you if you want to begin the year from a place of fullness rather than forcing. If you want to feel your way forward rather than just think your way forward. Embodied SeedsSaturday, January 10, 2026 Investment: Limited spaces available (10) What you'll need: Yoga mat, comfortable space to move and be still, journal and pen, water
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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