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. I don't mean the fancy, aesthetic ones you might see on the front of a gallery, but instead the foundational supports hidden inside a building that are never acknowledged until you see they are the only things keeping the roof from coming down. That is the mental picture that stays wi