On my last trip to India, I attended a yoga class in one of the Resort in Goa,as I was practicing , for a brief moment ; I thought I was in Kim’s studio , here in Beaufort.The instructor was teaching Ayyengar Yoga, exactly the way Kim has been teaching us over the years.He was very pleased with my practice of Restorative Yoga . I feel very fortunate to have this studio in Beaufort and Kim as my Yoga instructor !
Namaste,
Seema
Thank you so much for your comment Seema and your support through the years! You have added so much to our beautiful practice place with your lovely energy.
Bright Blessings to You,
kim
The same stream of life that runs through my veins runs
Through the world and dances in
Rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the
Dust of the earth into numberless blades of grass
And breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the cradle of birth
And death in ebb and flow.
My limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life
And my pride is from the life throb of ages dancing in my blood at this moment.
TAGORE 1920s
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February 23rd, 2010 at 09:34
On my last trip to India, I attended a yoga class in one of the Resort in Goa,as I was practicing , for a brief moment ; I thought I was in Kim’s studio , here in Beaufort.The instructor was teaching Ayyengar Yoga, exactly the way Kim has been teaching us over the years.He was very pleased with my practice of Restorative Yoga . I feel very fortunate to have this studio in Beaufort and Kim as my Yoga instructor !
Namaste,
Seema
February 24th, 2010 at 16:24
Thank you so much for your comment Seema and your support through the years! You have added so much to our beautiful practice place with your lovely energy.
Bright Blessings to You,
kim
April 9th, 2010 at 20:08
The same stream of life that runs through my veins runs
Through the world and dances in
Rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the
Dust of the earth into numberless blades of grass
And breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the cradle of birth
And death in ebb and flow.
My limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life
And my pride is from the life throb of ages dancing in my blood at this moment.
TAGORE 1920s