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. There is no creative spark or spiritual joy—only a blunt, persistent awareness that I mu

Lately, I have been reflecting deeply on the concept of pillars. I am not referring to the ornate, decorative columns that adorn the entrances of 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 image that persists when I t