November is my 16th anniversary of abstinence from sugar, wheat or flour. There are few earthly obstacles now to my communion with my higher power, and I’m so grateful that the relationship is developing and going deeper, deeper, deeper. Someone wrote recently she’d relapsed–I told her to just reel it in as best she can. Grace too has to be reeled in. Today I woke up in a good mood–a gift!–but knew better than to coast on it. A day of grace is a day to continue to spend time with HP, and to give service. It was also a beautiful fall day. Life is so not what I thought it could be–all comfort all the time. That’s an addict’s dream. But it is way juicier than I could have imagined. And, most importantly, it is what it is. As my energy settles down, I am less anxious, more generous and kind–and the miracles just keep on coming. Love to all!