Ordinary Life, part II

My friend Patty worries about me. With good reason, probably.

Patty knew Gurdjieff personally as a child. You can’t find hardly anyone else still alive who is closer to the original heart of the work (except Sylvia, of course, whom I also count as a friend.)

So I listen to Patty closely when she advises me. The other day she told me she was worried that I…