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'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. Inspirati

Lately, I have been reflecting deeply on the concept of pillars. I'm not talking about the grand, symbolic pillars you might see on the front of a gallery, but instead the foundational supports hidden inside a building that stay invisible until you realize they are preventing the entire structure from falling. This is the visualization that recurs