The last few days - outdoor work as spring melt-off reveals the
winter's damage here in Maine - have been filled with Peter for me.
There's a wealth of impressions and stories here, but I wanted to share
four:

Peter's laugh. The deep 'heh-heh' could have, in another mouth, been
evil, but there wasn't an evil bone in Peter's body. Mischievous, yes,
and with a concealed but very sharp barb especially adept at popping
the balloon-heads of the pompous. I know - all too often I was the
pompous one. But Peter's ready laugh will always be part of my memory
of him.

I met Peter in 1974, and he was my teacher during both auditing and
practitioning, which he co-taught with Ida in conjunction with an
Advanced class. At the end of the first week, we had a meeting with
Peter and Patrick Cough, the assistant. Martin, my class partner, tore
into me verbally as he felt I was tearing into him physically during
our sessions. I appealed to Peter for help. He sat there silently,
quite comfortable. I almost literally gasped for air, and then dove
into the process of reconciling our ways of working. That moment was
crucial in mounting the self-confidence I needed in my practice. I
remember it every time I am tempted to rescue on of my students from a
learning opportunity.

In that class, Peter did a 10-series on a model under Ida's baleful,
largely silent, but very attentive 'supervision'. My memory is of the
sweet innocence, the beginner's mind, with which he approached the
sessions, and especially how he received her infrequent but pointed
suggestions. If my teacher can make himself so vulnerable in front of
his own students, I thought, than I can too. What a model for us
students!

The word 'invitation'. Peter, in five minutes of an Advanced class one
day, changed my practice utterly by suggesting the difference between
the word 'intention', on which I had been basing my work, and
'invitation' - invite life in. Changed my work, changed my life.

The world has lost a poet, a sage, a gentle-man, a father, a shaman of
the coyote realm, and one of Rolf's most staunch and stalwart
supporters. We were blessed to have him with us these many years.

Tom Myers

On May 6, 2005, at 2:40 AM, redaelandaloussi wrote:

> Peter's drop of water story
>
> I remember Peter telling the old story common to a sufi teaching,
> about life being like the drop of water in the stream. It is deemed to
> join the ocean eventually. Yet in the meantime, it tumbles at times in
> the rapids, or reach calmer lakes before it goes on in its journey.
> Every now and then, the drop gets to be splashed above the stream by
> the currents, as in after bumping against a rock, and gets to see the
> light and says all excited: "I got it, I know, now I really think I
> know!" Then it falls back down into the stream, on its journey towards
> the ocean.
>
> Well Peter, it looks like this drop of water has finally  made it to
> the ocean.
>
> Reda
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
> • To visit your group on the web, go to:
> http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Structural_Integration/
>  
> • To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:
> Structural_Integration-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com
>  
> • Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of
> Service.
>
>
Tom Myers
318 Clarks Cove Rd
Walpole, ME 04573
207-563-7121
www.anatomytrains.net


[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]