I find myself thinking of Beelin Sayadaw on nights when the effort to stay disciplined feels solitary, dull, and entirely disconnected from the romanticized versions of spirituality found online. I don’t know why Beelin Sayadaw comes to mind tonight. Maybe because everything feels stripped down. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just this dry, steady

My thoughts have frequently returned to the metaphor of pillars over the last few days. I am not referring to the ornate, decorative columns that adorn the entrances of museums, but rather the ones buried deep within a structure that are never acknowledged until you see they are the only things keeping the roof from coming down. I find that image p