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

Recently, I find myself thinking often about structural pillars. Not the elaborate, artistic pillars that adorn the entrances of museums, but rather the ones buried deep within a structure 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 Mya