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. There is

Lately, I have been reflecting deeply on the concept of pillars. Not the elaborate, artistic pillars found at the facades of grand museums, but those essential supports positioned out of sight that remain unnoticed until you realize they are the sole reason the roof hasn't collapsed. That is the mental picture that stays with me when contemplating