Over the holidays, I went with my family up to Okemo, Vermont for four days of skiing. It was a little icy for the first few days, but we had a great trip.
As an experiment in family travel management, we decided to break up the drive with a quick overnight stop in Brattleboro, VT. One of our great parenting discoveries is that any hotel with a pool and free waffles for breakfast is, according to the kids, “totally awesome,” so we stay at a lot of Hampton Inns on family vacations.
Weeks after we’d made this plan, my wife reminded me that Peter Rizzo, a master yoga teacher whose classes we used to take on the Lower East Side of New York City, had moved his studio to Brattleboro a number of years ago. Could we arrange things so that one or both of us could take a class with Peter during our 18 hours in Brattleboro?
Somehow, it worked out. Last Sunday we left New York around 1:30pm and managed to pull into Brattleboro at 4:50pm, ten minutes before Peter’s 5pm class. My wife spilled out of the car and went up to Peter’s two-hour class while I took the kids to the (tiny, cold) pool at the Hampton Inn. That class was so great that I then took Peter’s 9am class the next morning.
Peter is an exceptional yoga teacher on a number of levels. Yes, he’s technically amazing, but what really matters is that he keeps you calm and helps you get to a non-striving place, with great reminders like (after putting you into a crazy poze) “just by looking at how far you do or don’t get into hanumanasana (full split) I could tell nothing at all about how advanced your yoga practice is. In fact, I can tell you from my personal experience that there’s no relationship between how close my head gets to my shin and how enlightened I am.”
Time works in funny ways, and when my wife and I spoke to Peter that Sunday evening after the 5pm class, he remembered that we used to go to Bhava Yoga when it was on East 13th street. We said it was “a while ago,” and he said, “Yes, that was 11 years ago.” Where did the time go?
Though our interaction with Peter was fleeting, there was something special in that moment of reconnection. Peter gave each of us the gift of a deep, grounding, inspiring yoga class, and a glimpse of the community he has created. There was also something pensive and reflective – and perhaps even a flicker of pride – in Peter’s eyes as he contemplated the 11 years since we’d last seen him, the logistics we must have managed to make the class happen (the drive, the kids). What I hope he understood was that, even though we’d taken no more than 30 classes with him so many years ago, he was a part of our lives and he had made a lasting impact on us. I hope that, in seeing us, we helped him realize how many other people there are out there in the world, some of whom he hasn’t seen for a decade or more, who he’s also impacted in profound ways.
I think this is how it is for all of us: we hear back only a fraction of the ways that we have touched people, moved them, inspired them, and lifted them up when they were down. But that impact is out there, it is real, and it is our living legacy.
One of the easiest gifts to give is to find the opportunities to remind people how important they have been to us, and to thank them for it.
Here’s wishing you a great start to your year in 2015.
5 thoughts on “Bhava Yoga, then and now”
I’m so glad that you and your wife were able to take Peter’s class! He is an exceptional teacher and I feel so grateful to have had the chance to practice with him when I was studying at SIT Graduate Institute in Brattleboro. Speaking of gratefulness, I am also very grateful for our encounter two years ago when I was looking for a career change and you advised me to consider fundraising. Because of that talk, I took an internship at Save the Children’s resource development department as part of my graduate studies and I am now working within their Foundations Department. You might not remember much from our meeting but you had a big impact on some of my decisions moving forward – thank you!
Cristina, thank you – you sharing this story means more than you know!
Sounds like Peter was an inspiration . . . but remembering that and making a point to re-connect with him is equally inspiring to me. Thank you,
Sasha, I always get nuggets from your posts… you are wise beyond your years and you make me think deeper about life, relationships and leaving a life-giving legacy impact on others.
It was a pleasure to meet you and your family at class! I feel that myself and my community is blessed to have such an amazing and inspirational yoga teacher <3