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. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just

I have been contemplating the idea of pillars quite a bit lately. 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 remain unnoticed until you realize they are the sole reason the roof hasn't collapsed. That is the image that persists when I think of M