Beelin Sayadaw crosses my mind on nights when discipline feels lonely, unglamorous, and way less spiritual than people online make it sound. I'm unsure why Beelin Sayadaw haunts my reflections tonight. It might be due to the feeling that everything has been reduced to its barest form. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just this dry, steady sense of nee

Lately, I have been reflecting deeply on the concept of pillars. Not the elaborate, artistic pillars found at the facades of grand museums, but those essential supports positioned out of sight that are never acknowledged until you see they are the only things keeping the roof from coming down. This is the visualization that recurs in my mind regard