Meet Peter:
Yoga Teacher & Student of Life
The practice first found me on a random evening, after a simple leap of faith to try something new. My partner dragged me (admittedly, kicking and screaming) into a Bhakti Flow class with Rusty Wells at Urban Flow. Incense wafted through the doors to the line of students waiting to practice. As we walked into the room of 130 or so sweaty, giggly, ecstatic humans, I could feel the powerful pounding of drums and the explosive cacophony of a packed room singing this mantra…
Shri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram ~ श्री राम जय राम जय जय राम
To say that this first practice changed everything would be a tremendous understatement. I was quite nervous for whatever it was that was happening, but I was also excited! The energy was electrifying, the feelings were fresh. After stumbling, struggling, falling over, getting back up, and jaw-clenching my way through that first class, I was totally hooked. It was in that first savasana where I finally, perhaps for the first time in my life, let go. I let go of who I thought I was. I let go of the resentment that I carried. I let go of fear and “not-enoughness.” I let go of the past that was over. I let go of some idyllic future that wasn’t even real. I let go of this mind, body, story and… everything.
Perhaps for the first time ever, in that savasana, I felt empty. I was spacious, no longer confined to ‘me’ in this blissful passing moment.
I remember coming back from that first savasana in a puddle of my own sweat and tears. Everything was the same, but somehow completely different -- something indescribable had shifted. It was as if I had awakened from a decades-long slumber. So I just kept coming back, every day.
Since then, I have tried to remain a student of Life — of “my” life, “your” life, our life. I have become not only a student of breath, body, thoughts and feelings, but also the flutterings of leaves in the wind, waves in the sea, and sweet tail wags of sweet golden retriever puppies! I try to treat each and every day as its own independent and wondrous adventure. I try to learn, love, forgive, pray, surrender and offer up everything I can muster—to lean into life, especially when it’s tough, and hopefully do just a little bit better than the previous day. While I do stumble and fall short of my best (quite often), I get back up, dust myself off and begin again… and again.
Finally, I am forever a student first, and at the feet of my dear teachers whose wisdom is always in my heart, often on my mind, and usually on my tongue when I teach. Thank you, Rusty, Janet, Jason, Swami Ji, Jonathan, Mom, Dad, Ed, my dear friends, and each of YOU for guiding me Home.