Beelin Sayadaw crosses my mind on nights when discipline feels lonely, unglamorous, and way less spiritual than people online make it sound. The reason Beelin Sayadaw surfaces in my mind tonight is unclear; perhaps it is because my surroundings feel so stark. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just this dry, steady sense of needing to sit anyway. The ro

My thoughts have frequently returned to the metaphor of pillars over the last few days. I am not referring to the ornate, decorative columns found at the facades of grand museums, but the structural pillars concealed deep within the framework that remain unnoticed until you realize they are the sole reason the roof hasn't collapsed. That is the men