I have been waging war on the kitchen ceiling, polyfiller and spatula at the ready. The job would be so much easier if I could levitate. This would save having to climb up a stepladder and twist half-upside down so I can smooth away miniature potholes which bring something of a lunar texture to our temple of culinary experimentation. The house acts like a magnet for moths. There was a large, fat orange-brown one flitting round earlier, and snoozing on the ceiling is a particularly beautiful moth which looks like a Spanish lace fan. No wonder so many have been hanging out in our house--the bats are out in full force tonight. I've been photographing a few things in the garden, and have also begun weeding around the grove--which is badly overgrown with mare's tail. I've yet to find anything which can kill off mare's tail without destroying the soil for years to come. Anyway, the good news is that my Lady's Mantle has re-established itself under the contorted hazel-

Gurdjieff 's sacred dances as portrayed in the film based on his book,  Meetings with Remarkable Men   An essay about Thomas Joseph Walton (AKA West Cheshire Lad or simply "T" ) which mentions the influence of Gurdjieff's philosophy on his own can be read here: http://hubpages.com/hub/West-Cheshire-Lad This also includes previously unshared quotes from Divine Will: The Infinite Influence of All and Everything plus some illustrations which you won't have seen elsewhere.