Beelin Sayadaw enters my thoughts during those late hours when discipline feels isolated, plain, and far less "sacred" than the internet portrays it. I don’t know why Beelin Sayadaw comes to mind tonight. Maybe because everything feels stripped down. Inspiration and sweetness are absent; what remains is a dry, constant realization that the practi

My thoughts have frequently returned to the metaphor of pillars over the last few days. I'm not talking about the grand, symbolic pillars that one observes at the entryways of historic institutions, but rather the ones buried deep within a structure that are never acknowledged until you see they are the only things keeping the roof from coming down