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. Inspiration and sweetness are absent; what remains

I have been contemplating the idea of pillars quite a bit lately. I'm not talking about the grand, symbolic pillars that adorn the entrances of museums, but instead the foundational supports hidden inside a building that stay invisible until you realize they are preventing the entire structure from falling. That is the image that persists when I th