<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:31:04.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the abode of abundance and joy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6812741862027993164</id><published>2011-06-26T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:54:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 8.  Anjaneyasana (Lunge Pose)</title><summary type='text'>It seems some of the simplest wishes in life are getting harder to get granted these days.  For example, getting a bull’s-eye-shot at the Cupid’s arrow for marriage or producing a bundle-of-joy even after marriage are no easy matters anymore.  Particularly, rising infertility issues among married couples are so dire that seeking IVF treatments are talked over lunch like norms.  God must be going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6812741862027993164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6812741862027993164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/06/yoga-story-8-anjaneyasana-lunge-pose.html' title='Yoga Story 8.  Anjaneyasana (Lunge Pose)'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKAs6mhjjGY/TgafGVZsBLI/AAAAAAAAACs/ByvpVfJpsao/s72-c/Photo0221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2712870651279557634</id><published>2011-05-30T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:19:11.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 7. The Shadows of Sani, the true beacon for everlasting happiness</title><summary type='text'>The Ganesha story that I have posted previously, in how Ganesha was ended up with the elephant head, is the most well known version of its myths.   However there is another version that is not the usual story where it was cut by his father Siva but caused by the Sani (Saturn).   This story has more of astrological origin that is directly related to the nature of Saturn, the planet of longevity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2712870651279557634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2712870651279557634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/05/yoga-story-7-shadows-of-sani-true.html' title='Yoga Story 7. The Shadows of Sani, the true beacon for everlasting happiness'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-4308287987767494908</id><published>2011-05-16T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:02:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 6. Virabhadrasana (Warrior Pose)</title><summary type='text'>One of the main effects that come when you practice yoga for sometimes is bravery and fearlessness in the way how we carry ourselves. There is also significant increase in our mental and physical focus that somehow we become less tolerant to our forever-busy-for-nothing in the hassled modern lifestyles.  So without even going through the whole lots of self-help books in how to simplify our life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4308287987767494908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4308287987767494908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/05/yoga-story-6-virabhadrasana-warrior.html' title='Yoga Story 6. Virabhadrasana (Warrior Pose)'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-7026219128006884323</id><published>2011-05-02T08:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:36:04.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 5. Natarajasana (Dancer Pose)</title><summary type='text'>One day I saw a picture of pregnant dancer from a Korean magazine, wrapped in a white ciliate piece of cloth dancing in trance in bare foot while oblivious of her round and protruding belly. I remember myself thinking, either she must be crazy or just totally in bliss that didn’t care anything in the world except her dancing… But somehow she looked strangely mystic and fascinating to my young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7026219128006884323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7026219128006884323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/05/yoga-story-5-natarajasana-dancer-pose.html' title='Yoga Story 5. Natarajasana (Dancer Pose)'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2501114438054050524</id><published>2011-04-18T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:27:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 4. Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose)</title><summary type='text'>“Once upon a time, there lived a wise Brahmin woman, Gautami.  She was a widow whose only son was bitten dead by a snake.  A snake charmer caught the snake, brought it to the woman and asked her how he should kill it; cut it to pieces or burn it alive.  The woman asked him to leave the snake alone, alive, since none could do anything against the strokes of destiny; to do anything in the matter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2501114438054050524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2501114438054050524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoga-story-4-bhujangasana-cobra-pose.html' title='Yoga Story 4. Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose)'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qsVgQO3PBo/TganBmzZmaI/AAAAAAAAADU/JpPwdBZPs1U/s72-c/Photo0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6238006248671223794</id><published>2011-04-04T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:29:31.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 3.  Salutation and Grace</title><summary type='text'>They say the eyes are the window to our soul.  Yes, I find it very true.  Whenever I see the sparkling lights that radiates their innermost spirit in someone’s eyes, especially the children’s, I can’t help but to just fall in love with them.  My heart will start pounding and makes me grin from ear to ear by sheer joy of such encounters.   Maybe I am a still helpless romantic longing for divine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6238006248671223794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6238006248671223794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoga-story-3-salutation-and-grace.html' title='Yoga Story 3.  Salutation and Grace'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsgvUInwPZ0/TganlssJuYI/AAAAAAAAADc/-KCnF4FQS_U/s72-c/Photo0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1463752457818013189</id><published>2011-03-18T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:32:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga story 2:  Triangle Pose and Trinity</title><summary type='text'>The popular and familiar yoga pose, Triangle (Trikonasa in Sanskrit), is one of the most difficult, strong, and stable poses among all. Its three triangle shapes that you form from-- first with our legs and the floor, second, underneath the side of the body with the arm and front leg, and the third, connecting the top hand and two feet—are also the most mythical symbols of the trinity in nature, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1463752457818013189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1463752457818013189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/03/yoga-story-2-triangle-pose-and-trinity.html' title='Yoga story 2:  Triangle Pose and Trinity'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mezXL-vZv7Y/TgaoN6Duv_I/AAAAAAAAADk/62eTTo29MDQ/s72-c/Photo0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1202501908202323071</id><published>2011-03-07T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:37:20.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Story 1: Ganesha, the elephant-headed god’s Story</title><summary type='text'>There is a big, beautiful and elegant Ganesha’s picture hanging in the front wall as you enter our Yoga studio.  Why the large elephant-headed god’s picture with his pot belly and pudgy figure is placed in a Yoga studio, instead of shining mirrors?  Either being multi-culturally grown Malaysians, who got accustomed to diverse religious figures, or just plainly out of indifference, people rarely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1202501908202323071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1202501908202323071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/03/yoga-story-1-ganesha-elephant-headed.html' title='Yoga Story 1: Ganesha, the elephant-headed god’s Story'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SP6ZjeA14IE/TgapZbd4RKI/AAAAAAAAADs/nWiTD2yEBxQ/s72-c/Photo0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-7132386097969457379</id><published>2011-03-07T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:55:19.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Stories for Your Hearts and Souls</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Beth’s new yoga story series!Lately, I was searching for different story materials for my yoga kids so that I can make the kids’ yoga class more fun and exciting, at the same time, inspirational and uplifting for their tender hearts and spirits.  Well, then, it dawned on me that, why don’t I share the stories with my grown-up yoga students as well???  Hey, they need fun, excitement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7132386097969457379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7132386097969457379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2011/03/yoga-stories-for-your-hearts-and-souls.html' title='Yoga Stories for Your Hearts and Souls'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2802393812807481734</id><published>2010-10-06T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:43:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement:</title><summary type='text'>Beth’s Yoga: the Healing Sounds Meditation Course Free Introduction: 5-6pm, 16th October, 2010Dear Friends,Greetings to you and your loved ones!  Another year end is fast approaching in couple of months.  I hope you have enjoyed much happiness, good health, peace of mind and harmonious living to look forward yet another very fulfilling year.  If not, maybe, you might consider doing something very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2802393812807481734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2802393812807481734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement:'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3694342876070996794</id><published>2010-10-01T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:30:37.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Now—the Pause between Breaths</title><summary type='text'>I have long refused to read the famous best seller “the Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle until March this year.  The main reason was from my aversion toward any “hoo-hoo-ha-ha” of public hype as I am naturally cautious for anything if they are too noisy.  He was featured big few times by Oprah Winfrey.  She is a big fan of his and the once-anonymous-man owes huge debt to her for his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3694342876070996794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3694342876070996794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/10/nowthe-pause-between-breaths.html' title='The Now—the Pause between Breaths'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-601106957414599164</id><published>2010-09-22T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:32:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See Rabbits in the Moon?</title><summary type='text'>It is Autumn Full Moon Day today.  In my back home, the day is celebrated with much grandeur; two days are official national holidays but most private sectors are off almost for a week.  It is the second biggest national celebration next to Chinese New Year.  Living away from my own culture while immersed in different one for many years, I don’t have much a sense of belonging in either.  Thus I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/601106957414599164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/601106957414599164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-see-rabbits-in-moon.html' title='Do You See Rabbits in the Moon?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6993215195053507711</id><published>2010-09-03T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:02:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dog story</title><summary type='text'>The other night coming back home from an outing, we saw our front neighbor elderly couple taking a walk with their dog and cat.  Obviously the dog was happy sniffing around in a leash held by the lady master.  But the cat wasn’t.  He was tied in a long chain leash held by the master and sat at the grass refusing to move.  “Ayoh…!!! Dog goes for a walk with masters but cat does their own…!”  Edwin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6993215195053507711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6993215195053507711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/09/dog-story.html' title='A dog story'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-7302961591298436791</id><published>2010-08-25T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:30:15.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are running on auto-pilot machines</title><summary type='text'>Couple of the months ago, I installed Korean-font in my computer.  I haven’t written anything in Korean for many, many years.  The last time, when I used Korean-key board, was with a type writer not a computer.  That tells you, how long I have been off from it.  Nevertheless, nervous in the beginning…but surprisingly, after few days, I could type them quite well and smoothly without much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7302961591298436791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7302961591298436791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-running-on-auto-pilot-machines.html' title='We are running on auto-pilot machines'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-8656487129621001508</id><published>2010-06-12T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:14:09.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is blind but the heart has many layers</title><summary type='text'>My sister-in-law is going through a very ugly divorce that has been dragging on for more than 5 years.  The man, once so madly in love with her for almost two decades, is now burning his heart with intense, fiery hatred and refusing any endorsement even for their two children.  She and her two daughters are in deep agony.  He used to park himself day and night at the outside of door for her and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8656487129621001508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8656487129621001508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-blind-but-heart-has-many-layers.html' title='Love is blind but the heart has many layers'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-4471003251831511813</id><published>2010-06-04T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:06:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendering into the Time</title><summary type='text'>From some morning onwards, I started to notice few snails scattered along the jogging path.  At first it was just one or two, and then, it slowly increased to more than half dozen.  I had to be careful not to step on them because the shape and color of their shells were very similar with the fallen leaves’ on the grass.  Whenever I reach to that particular corner during my morning walk, naturally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4471003251831511813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4471003251831511813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/06/surrendering-into-time.html' title='Surrendering into the Time'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1857545370633938164</id><published>2010-05-13T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:04:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey Powers</title><summary type='text'>There used to be a monkey corner under the Bukit Cermin hill just prior to entering the residential areas of Putra Heights. A couple years back, the hill was just a normal hill where people threw rubbish as the Indah Water service wasn’t regular then.  Monkeys started to congregate in search of food and the passer-bys would stop to see or feed them. I noticed that the number of onlookers and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1857545370633938164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1857545370633938164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/05/monkey-powers.html' title='The Monkey Powers'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6360449461570992124</id><published>2010-04-28T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:00:22.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time slips through the fingers</title><summary type='text'>There was a very sweet and jovial elderly man I’ve met during my January retreat.  His name is Osman.  As a habit, I tend to draw an invisible distance around me when I am out in the company of people I don’t know well.  I am especially conscious of my talk because of the non-local accent in me that always bring hoards of personal queries like where are you from, what are you doing here, how long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6360449461570992124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6360449461570992124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-slips-through-fingers.html' title='Time slips through the fingers'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6641804211547366953</id><published>2010-03-30T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:50:47.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Courteous Makes One A Better Person</title><summary type='text'>By Edwin Lee (14 years old)Being courteous makes one a better person, that is definitely true.  As the saying goes, “courtesy is a way of life,” one should be courteous to all that surrounds you, as with each good deed one does, he/she will find that he/she can enjoy a better life.Being a courteous person does not mean one has to constantly do good merits in order to be courteous.  Being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6641804211547366953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6641804211547366953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-courteous-makes-one-better-person.html' title='Being Courteous Makes One A Better Person'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3834825388702079800</id><published>2010-03-24T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:16:11.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy?  What will make your life happier?”</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever asked such questions, “Are you happy? What will make your life happier?”  Strangely not many seemed to have, because when I do that, many get taken aback as though they never had thought about it seriously before.  Many do not have a clue about whether they are happy or not, not to mention in knowing what will make them happier.  Isn’t that absurd because everybody wants to be happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3834825388702079800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3834825388702079800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-happy-what-will-make-your-life.html' title='Are you happy?  What will make your life happier?”'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-4047313339302156599</id><published>2010-03-18T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:17:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus</title><summary type='text'>The once a-celibate-monk-turned-to-a-love-guru John Grey shot to his fame when his book “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus” became the best seller of all time in the late ‘80s.  First of its kind, it highlighted the fundamental differences between men and women in their genetic make-ups, especially in sexual orientation.  Mars is a very hot planet, with lots of fire, energy, aggression, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4047313339302156599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4047313339302156599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/03/men-are-from-mars-and-women-are-from.html' title='Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-683147288446379678</id><published>2010-02-28T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:14:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you wan to be when you grow up?</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day, one of my former yoga students who has an active toddler boy, called me for Chinese New Year greeting.  We exchanged few pleasantries catching up our missing times since her pregnancy a couple years back.  While we were talking, she jokingly mentioned that her previous ambition to have five children still remained, but since she is not so young now (36 years old, a Tiger), she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/683147288446379678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/683147288446379678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-wan-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you wan to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-905341440282514206</id><published>2010-02-22T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:33:06.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the name?</title><summary type='text'>My father belongs to the old Korean generation who believed daughters are liability in the household.  Thereby having three daughters in a row after losing his first eldest son to a mysterious fever, was not exactly happy thing for him, especially in securing the ancestry line as the eldest son himself.  According to our folklore superstition, giving humble names to the proceeding girls will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/905341440282514206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/905341440282514206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in the name?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-7435021681362365477</id><published>2010-02-09T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:45:40.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother crab teaches her children how to walk straight</title><summary type='text'>Mother crab saw her children walking always sideways.  She didn’t like it.  So she decided to teach them how to walk straight by showing it off her graceful walk, the same sidewalk…As any parent would agree in unison, the love for own offspring knows no limit, has no boundary; it is automatic, spontaneous and unconditional.  As great as our love for them is, so is our expectation towards them.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7435021681362365477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7435021681362365477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/02/mother-crab-teaches-her-children-how-to.html' title='Mother crab teaches her children how to walk straight'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-4759005493962978657</id><published>2010-02-02T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:40:47.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Color Paintings in My Heart</title><summary type='text'>When I was small, one of the things I liked to do was drawing.  But then, my mother didn’t approve of my endless scribbling as she thought I was wasting precious papers.  So instead I started to draw imaginary water color paintings in my heart with the clouds in the sky.  I loved to dream and describe my feelings in writing in the secret diaries only to tear away soon after I’ve outgrown the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4759005493962978657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/4759005493962978657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2010/02/water-color-paintings-in-my-heart.html' title='Water Color Paintings in My Heart'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-248319987057690763</id><published>2009-12-31T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:52:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends, Greetings!It seems time travels faster in Malaysia due to its same weather all year round.  As though it feels like yesteryear that we celebrated together the dawning of new century, but already one decade has come and gone with another New Year is looming just around the corner.  It is again one of those times for reflection and recollection.  There are still much unchecked to-do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/248319987057690763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/248319987057690763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/12/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2365217200087623420</id><published>2009-12-31T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:29:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember……by Beth Lim, founder Beth’s Yoga</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2365217200087623420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2365217200087623420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-to-rememberby-beth-lim-founder.html' title='A Walk to Remember……by Beth Lim, founder Beth’s Yoga'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-205899270988194922</id><published>2009-10-24T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:31:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 22.  Love that is infinite</title><summary type='text'>I was reviewing my son’s study the other night.  He learned about the ‘infinite’ number (∞) during his math class. He was fascinated by its concept of infinity and incessantly babbled about it.  On the other hand, I, a lover of abstract philosophy, felt intrigued to hear the word ‘infinity’ from my 13-year-old who is yet to comprehend our human life and death itself.  So I asked him,   “Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/205899270988194922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/205899270988194922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-22-love-that-is-infinite.html' title='Story 22.  Love that is infinite'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5047810856676340428</id><published>2009-05-01T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:11:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 21. Why not carry a candle to remove darkness?</title><summary type='text'>I don’t like flipping through daily newspapers, TV or internet as there is more gloomy news than good ones.  When I do that, I make sure I do the minimum, just to stay informed with the latest social development.  But whatever I read or hear, I am not quiet sure as how true and reliable they are.  Because if I were to take seriously of all that, then, it feels as if we are heading toward the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5047810856676340428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5047810856676340428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-21-why-not-carry-candle-to-remove.html' title='Story 21. Why not carry a candle to remove darkness?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-8899437144749417949</id><published>2009-04-28T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:24:48.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 20. Let's have a Yoga break</title><summary type='text'>Everybody heard of Yoga these days but almost everybody has few misconceptions about Yoga as well.  Few of the examples are; for women and young only, weight-loss, huffing-puffing breath control, can’t bend, can’t sweat, religion, etc.  Among those, the weighty issue comes on top of the list.  People often ask “What is Yoga for?  What can Yoga do?”  What they are actually asking is whether or not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8899437144749417949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8899437144749417949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-20-lets-have-yoga-break.html' title='Story 20. Let&apos;s have a Yoga break'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1044639637758781699</id><published>2009-04-11T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:08:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story 19. Make and Believe</title><summary type='text'>Since small, I was never good at pretending something that I am not, nor do anything that I was not willing.  My mother could never persuade me, the nerdy and obstinate little lot.  I wouldn’t say I was stubborn but was definitely the typical-difficult second daughter in the row of three.  There is an old saying in our culture.  “First daughter is a treasure to the parents; she looks after house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1044639637758781699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1044639637758781699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-19-make-and-believe.html' title='story 19. Make and Believe'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-842112684905689959</id><published>2009-03-29T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:17:49.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 18. The magic wand, "the purpose" of your life</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered “What is the purpose of life? What is the purpose of my life?”I have. In fact, all the time. I searched high and low, trying to figure out how to make a sense out of this seemingly ordinary and uneventful life for as long as I can remember. I often wondered; what’s the meaning of all the hustle-bustles in life when nothing seem to be lasting forever. One day we all are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/842112684905689959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/842112684905689959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-18-magic-wand-purpose-of-your.html' title='Story 18. The magic wand, &quot;the purpose&quot; of your life'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2010118711112568373</id><published>2009-03-22T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:45:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk on "How to Own A Wish-fulfilling Cow"</title><summary type='text'>Hi, there!Don't forget the next Saturday talk, 28th March 2.30-4pm.  The topic is about "How to Own A Wish-fulfulling Cow; Changing Your Life, Destiny and Fortune."  Through this presentation, I would like to share some secrets of life on how to unlock the keys to our True Destiny.  They are are well-known principles of successful life but remain as elusive as a mirage to most people.  We all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2010118711112568373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2010118711112568373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/03/talk-on-how-to-own-wish-fulfilling-cow.html' title='Talk on &quot;How to Own A Wish-fulfilling Cow&quot;'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-8608905452629682849</id><published>2009-03-18T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:05:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 17.  Are you a giver or a taker?</title><summary type='text'>I was searching for some information in internet when I came upon an inquiry regarding meditation course that caught my attention.  I thought quite pitiful of the person because his very inquiry itself carried impossibility to find any answer or relief to help him in anyways.  At first I thought of writing him but I decided not to.  But it was a good case study to reflect.  The inquiry went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8608905452629682849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8608905452629682849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-17-are-you-giver-or-taker.html' title='Story 17.  Are you a giver or a taker?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5179602776321687333</id><published>2009-02-17T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:39:48.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How to Own A Wish-fulfilling Cow"</title><summary type='text'>Special Talks on “How to Own A Wish-fulfilling Cow: Changing Your Life, Fortune and Destiny through Merit and Meditation”Dear Friends,                                              Wishing you all a very prosperous and purposeful OX year!Would you like to lighten up your New Year with dream, hope and promises for better life, happiness and inspiration, countering the negativity, uncertainties that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5179602776321687333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5179602776321687333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-own-wish-fulfilling-cow.html' title='&quot;How to Own A Wish-fulfilling Cow&quot;'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1874514178453921094</id><published>2009-01-01T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:39:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolution: To Break Silence</title><summary type='text'>I am not the most sociable person in the world, and yet, every time around the festival seasons, I get to receive much greetings and well wishes via SMS.  Then, I have difficulty replying them, not because I am a proud person, but because my replies for each well-wishers and friends are rather lengthy and daunting to fit into the small mobile message box.  So I keep quiet…Yes, one thing I am very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1874514178453921094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1874514178453921094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-year-resolution-to-break-silence.html' title='My New Year Resolution: To Break Silence'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-6661129654100584578</id><published>2008-12-21T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:06:24.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 16. Do you know the Patanjali Yoga Sutra?</title><summary type='text'>One evening when I was teaching in the class, a tall and fit looking senior woman in her mid fifty, with somewhat forceful voice tone, insisted that I have to see her. I told her to wait until the class is over. I planned to give her ten minutes before I start the next class. She was a part-time yoga instructor looking for a teaching job in my center. Sorry, I train my own instructors, I don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6661129654100584578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/6661129654100584578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-16-do-you-know-patanjali-sutra.html' title='Story 16. Do you know the Patanjali Yoga Sutra?'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5867275088933098062</id><published>2008-12-21T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:36:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 15. The spiritual hometown in my heart--Bhagavad Gita</title><summary type='text'>It is winter back home in Korea.  Growing up in a country with distinctive four seasons, winter was my favorite time of the year, because we were allowed to slow down during those cold months.  It was okay to get lazy a bit without feeling guilty and also could hide the extra pounds under the thick clothes.  When the world and busy outside life go into hibernating mode, I could happily catch up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5867275088933098062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5867275088933098062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-15-spiritual-hometown-in-my-heart.html' title='Story 15. The spiritual hometown in my heart--Bhagavad Gita'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-7461950902201100246</id><published>2008-12-21T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:33:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavad Gita and Pantanjali Yoga Sutra</title><summary type='text'>Bhagavad GitaBhagavad Gita means “The Song of the Blessed One.”  No one knows when it was written; some scholars date it as early as fifth century B.C.E, others as late as the first century C.E.  But there is general scholarly consensus that in its original form it was an independent poem, which was later inserted into its present context, Book Six of India’s national epic, the Mahabharata. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7461950902201100246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/7461950902201100246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/12/bhagavad-gita-and-pantanjali-yoga-sutra.html' title='Bhagavad Gita and Pantanjali Yoga Sutra'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3098571131075503458</id><published>2008-12-09T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:14:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 14. Expanding our awareness through Yoga</title><summary type='text'>The recent Fatwa hiccup for yoga has presented me a chance for deep reflection, on why we are doing yoga and what I want to accomplish by teaching it, despite not doing so would save much of my troubles and heartache in otherwise my rather contented personal life.Initially, it sounded rather absurd to hear associating yoga with religion. Then I felt, in a way, it did good to bring the public’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3098571131075503458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3098571131075503458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/12/expanding-our-awareness-through-yoga.html' title='Story 14. Expanding our awareness through Yoga'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5780509085583595977</id><published>2008-10-31T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:17:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 13.  Crude and Refinement</title><summary type='text'>My hubby often used the word “crude.” I had difficulty grasping the exact meaning of it. Of course, when I look into my Korean-English dictionary, its literary meaning is clearly explained, of being rough, unrefined. But how he uses it in what context? It took me sometime to actually understand it. There is another word that I had battled with; it is “refinement.” It means to improve, fine-tune </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/5780509085583595977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=5780509085583595977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5780509085583595977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5780509085583595977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-13-crude-and-refinement.html' title='Story 13.  Crude and Refinement'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-8760146816677114606</id><published>2008-10-20T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:18:44.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 12. You, I and We</title><summary type='text'>When my now twelve-year-old son Edwin was about two years old, just learning to speak in short sentences, he had difficulty grasping the difference between “you” and “I.” He was fast in his language development for his age, except that he couldn’t differentiate the use of “I” and “you.” As I was referring him as “you” and myself “I”, he also did that. He himself was “you” and I, his mom, was “I.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/8760146816677114606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=8760146816677114606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8760146816677114606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8760146816677114606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-12-you-i-and-we.html' title='Story 12. You, I and We'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3930418874882489506</id><published>2008-10-15T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:42:34.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 11. Hold onto that dream, and never let it loose</title><summary type='text'>As a child, many of us dreamt of becoming somebody important when we grow up; artists, musician, writer, professor, lawyer, doctor, scientist, businessman, politician or even president. Our parents held high expectation of us; we believed in them as young children. Each in its own, yet, we all had this tiny, seeds of heroism; wanting to become somebody who is larger than real life; longing for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/3930418874882489506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=3930418874882489506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3930418874882489506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3930418874882489506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-11-hold-onto-that-dream-and-never.html' title='Story 11. Hold onto that dream, and never let it loose'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5206566645542819531</id><published>2008-10-08T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:54:57.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 10. Alexander the Great</title><summary type='text'>“Beth, Beth!!  The Datuk passed away!!  We have to cancel the Monday Yoga class!”“Huh??  What do you mean the Datuk passed away?  I just saw him last Wednesday!”“Yes!  He had an accident in his trip last Saturday and passed away!”“…Is it?? Huh…”“The funeral will be held in his house.  Are you coming?”“Yes, of course, I will…”I was still in the state of shock searching for words to answer her call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/5206566645542819531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=5206566645542819531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5206566645542819531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5206566645542819531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-10-alexander-great.html' title='Story 10. Alexander the Great'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-341029333266997786</id><published>2008-10-02T09:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:42:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 9. Others cry out, I cry in</title><summary type='text'>For long time, ever since I left my home country Korea, I haven’t seen any dramas or follow their latest news and social trends. Then, one time, my yoga girls kept asking me whether I watched the “winter sonata.” “No. I haven’t.” Another time, they were asking “Ta-Chang-Jin.” “No, I don’t know…” Well, I’d got to solve that problem; I should know what they are talking about, at least to be on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/341029333266997786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=341029333266997786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/341029333266997786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/341029333266997786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-9-others-cry-out-i-cry-in.html' title='Story 9. Others cry out, I cry in'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2139704161999491490</id><published>2008-09-25T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:46:51.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 8. The beautiful sky, the beautiful breath</title><summary type='text'>There are two best friends that I treasure the most throughout life, the sky and the breath.They have been by my side all the time through various stages in life, never leaving me alone, while others have. Many people came and left leaving me different impressions and memories in different lands, in different times. However, the same sky and the same breath were always there for me to reach, to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/2139704161999491490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=2139704161999491490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2139704161999491490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2139704161999491490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-8-beautiful-sky-beautiful-breath.html' title='Story 8. The beautiful sky, the beautiful breath'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-812588876906187291</id><published>2008-09-18T06:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:18:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 7. Breathing in, Breathing out (1)</title><summary type='text'>“You breathing in, breathing out like this, everything will be fine!”The old man just coming back from his afternoon walk, pointed at his nose and said with smile.I sort of gave him back a faint smile in acknowledgement but my heart shied away to be reminded of my own breathing.  After all, I was also an ex-yoga teacher then.  But he made me reflect; of something I have long forgotten since my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/812588876906187291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=812588876906187291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/812588876906187291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/812588876906187291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-7-breathing-in-breathing-out-1.html' title='Story 7. Breathing in, Breathing out (1)'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-691979236318555098</id><published>2008-09-11T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:20:08.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 6. Looking into crystal ball</title><summary type='text'>There was an old retired professor who liked to hang out with Asian students in the campus. He was a sixty-plus-former-athletic-turned-to-physics-professor with a keen interest in spiritualism and astrology. Whether rain, shine or snow, he always carried this back pack, wore solid boots and walked all over the campus, appearing to the student dinning hall every day precisely at the same time. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/691979236318555098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=691979236318555098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/691979236318555098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/691979236318555098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-into-crystal-ball.html' title='Story 6. Looking into crystal ball'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-8425464092139943008</id><published>2008-06-08T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:44:19.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement of the Free Talks in June 08</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,                                                                                                   How are you?  How fast time flies, it’s already middle of the year! Theses days, the world around us is going through much turbulent times in national as well as global levels.  Whenever we open up newspapers or hear the media, they report nothing cheery but depressing news only—rising </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/8425464092139943008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=8425464092139943008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8425464092139943008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/8425464092139943008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/06/announcement-of-free-talks-in-june-08.html' title='Announcement of the Free Talks in June 08'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-5195963956260207000</id><published>2008-05-15T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:08:24.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 5. Time is God</title><summary type='text'>Story 5.  Time is GodThe story of Mahabarat, one of the greatest epic in the ancient Indian literature, starts its opening with “Time is God.”   Mahabarat, one of the oldest and lengthiest epic in the world, is nearly three times as long as the Judaeo-Christian Bible, which contains many interpolated stories and moral treaties, with its treatment of time swinging back and forward in very much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/5195963956260207000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=5195963956260207000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5195963956260207000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/5195963956260207000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-5-time-is-god.html' title='Story 5. Time is God'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1131863061175045106</id><published>2008-05-08T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:58:21.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 4:  Mother and Magnolias Flower</title><summary type='text'>We moved house many times when we were small.  But it was all within the same vicinity of our town.  Whenever the landlords wanted to increase the rent, my stingy mother simply found another house nearby and moved.  We didn’t have many belongings, so it was easy to pack and unpack.  One day, mother found her dream house when I was teen but she couldn’t afford it yet to buy.  The owner was keen in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/1131863061175045106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=1131863061175045106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1131863061175045106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1131863061175045106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-4-mother-and-magnolia-flower.html' title='Story 4:  Mother and Magnolias Flower'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsCG4MF0eRI/SCKT0bv6t7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9en5I0Bxu6o/s72-c/magnolia_sieboldii2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-1805107793451520358</id><published>2008-05-07T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:52:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 3. The Durian Story</title><summary type='text'>“Wait, wait!!  Is that a durian stall?”“Yes..?”“Can you stop the car?  I want to eat durians.”“Really?”“Why not?”“You are a very unusual Korean I know of!”“You didn’t know I am already a local, leh?”Our friend C, a well-positioned, single businessman likes to hang out with us whenever we can. He particularly likes my company for I am a non-threatening married woman of his good friend. Afraid to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/1805107793451520358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=1805107793451520358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1805107793451520358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/1805107793451520358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-3-durian-story.html' title='Story 3. The Durian Story'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsCG4MF0eRI/SCE1bhHZqdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a3aBP-II34w/s72-c/Durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-2328978891513983314</id><published>2008-04-30T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:45:24.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 2.  The Illumination Pill, Korean ginseng candy</title><summary type='text'>My Indian astrology teacher, Mr. K. N Rao came to US for the first time when he was 60 years old. He was a highly respected astrologer, especially well known among the political circles for his accuracy and honesty in his homeland India. A life long devotee of the Divine, doing astrology almost all his life for thousands, while working as a civil servant, he never receive or ask for any rewards, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/2328978891513983314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=2328978891513983314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2328978891513983314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/2328978891513983314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-2-illumination-pill-korean.html' title='Story 2.  The Illumination Pill, Korean ginseng candy'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsCG4MF0eRI/SBgh-xHZqcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vlIir82g7ik/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3379580802022473882</id><published>2008-04-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:07:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* In the Abode of Abundance and Joy!</title><summary type='text'>Dear friends,Welcome to the Beth’s Yoga blog!My name is Beth Lim Bong Sook, the founding director of Beth’s Yoga in Malaysia. Overall, I am a happy and mature woman in mid-forty with much life experiences and ordinary wisdom to share. I am a lover of humanity, philosophy, religions and other wellness oriented subjects including alternative health care system. I am also a much practical and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/3379580802022473882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=3379580802022473882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3379580802022473882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3379580802022473882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-abode-of-abundance-and-joy_21.html' title='* In the Abode of Abundance and Joy!'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3822799816140305979</id><published>2008-04-21T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:23:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Story 1: The rumbling sound of the sea</title><summary type='text'>My hometown Pusan in South Korea is a world-famous beach city with fine sands, clear water and well preserved grandeurs from nature and man-made. Especially in summer, the city is full of tourists buzzing with noise and colorful activities. Unlike today, however, when I was growing up, the country was still quite poor and remained relatively unknown. It was not until the mid 80’s, after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/3822799816140305979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=3822799816140305979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3822799816140305979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3822799816140305979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-1-rumbling-sound-of-sea_21.html' title='* Story 1: The rumbling sound of the sea'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328163163491524797.post-3247672672932252203</id><published>2008-04-21T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:21:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Announcement</title><summary type='text'>The Healing Sound Meditation Course&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;The key to experience deeper aspects of Yoga and ease in life is through meditation. The Healing Sound Meditation is a structured and individualized 5-day course where Beth will guide you to experience deeper silence and true clarity of your mind. It is especially beneficial for those who seek major breakthrough their cultivation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/feeds/3247672672932252203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328163163491524797&amp;postID=3247672672932252203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3247672672932252203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328163163491524797/posts/default/3247672672932252203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsyoga.blogspot.com/2008/04/announcement_21.html' title='* Announcement'/><author><name>Beth Lim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
