I met Elise Peeples on a silent retreat on Mt. Tam last summer. We gathered for five nights, all women, to camp and meditate. My tent was under redwood boughs. In one hour, I watched four leaves fall. I was changed as I watched the sky, light, dark, light, dark, and sat warmed by a wood fire. The smoke rose into the sky, vibrant in surround, generous in exchange, in, out, tender, motion of prayer. I inspire today on Elise's blog post, and place it here to share: http://betweenhereandhereafter.wordpress.com/2014/06/06/every-breath-a-prayer/