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. The reason Beelin Sayadaw surfaces in my mind tonight is unclear; perhaps it is because my surroundings feel so stark. Inspiration and sweetness are absen

My thoughts have frequently returned to the metaphor of pillars over the last few days. I don't mean the fancy, aesthetic ones you might see on the front of a gallery, 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. I find that image perfectly