Maude Pelletier

I found yoga during a summer I spent working in a community garden. We stretched on the grass before opening the gates, muddy knees and all, and it felt more honest than any mirrored studio I had visited.

My backyard sessions happen between the tomato plants and the old maple. The flow is slow, choices are always offered, and I never touch anyone without asking. We finish with a long rest, then tea on the steps while the city wakes up around us.

I save seeds obsessively and can tell you which tomato came from which neighbour.