About Marcy Little
Why do we come to yoga? What brings us to and keeps us on the mat?
My journey with yoga began in the fall of 1991. A beautiful red-haired woman in a white turban captured my eye. Soon, I was wearing white organic cotton yoga pants and learning the art of yoga with her on a purple mat.
My first passion was African Dance, which I discovered after a disappointing aerobics class at the local gym in 1989. Leaving the gym, I heard the sound of drumming. Without a thought, my heart led me across the street to AGAPE where Maurice Haltom was leading a circle of drummers in Manjani, a traditional celebratory West African rhythm and dance.
When the heart gets touched, we know it. My heart was touched that day in 1989 and again in 1991.
I never stopped dancing and I never stopped practicing yoga.
Fast forward to 2005 and my first Anusara yoga teacher. I had taken all sorts of yoga: Vinyasa, Bikram, Iyengar, Kripalu, Svaroopa. You name it. I’d tried it. But the day Anusara and I met, I never turned back. My first teacher, then known as Pam June, brought intention and the alignment principles to every class. Soon, I was able to practice on my own and feel safe in my body. For each asana, I knew just where to spiral, loop, contract and extend.
A brush with mold in my classroom in 2013, then again in 2016 left me sick. Too sick to keep teaching French in the public school system where I had been teaching, learning from but mostly just loving my students for over 20 years. How hard it was to leave the classroom to turn my energy toward healing what blossomed into a hypersensitivity to most built environments.
I can’t overstate the benefits my daily yoga practice has brought to my life. I am healing. Slowly, but surely, I am healing. And it’s not just on the physical plane. Yoga is first and foremost a spiritual practice. As we move more and more deeply towards our truest alignment, magic gets invoked. Stuck patterns begin to move. New energy emerges. Even new purpose!
This healing journey has opened my world to many healing modalities. Now, in addition to my yoga and meditation practice, I spend my waking hours walking the woods in search of medicinal mushrooms. I grow and harvest elderberries from which I make syrup, delicious vodka and tinctures. My organic healing salves have become legendary amongst my friends and family! Most days you will find me studying and writing, writing and studying, oh, and practicing. After all, we are what we practice. And what do I practice?
I ask myself these basic questions:
- How can I live this moment to the fullest?
- What would make me feel most alive, right here, right now?
But most importantly…
How can I open my heart to give and receive love more deeply?
Do I stumble? Do I fall? You bet I do. And I get back up, brush myself off, lick and tend to my wounds and keep on practicing. What else is there really to do?
I bring myself to my practice. My practice brings itself to me.
The best teachers make the best students, and that is the journey I am on. Being the best student of Yoga I can possibly be. In Sanskrit, we call this Adikara, and I bring my Adikara to everything I do. Especially to my students and the yoga classes I teach.
Won’t you come join me on the mat in The Yoga Room?