My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unpro

read more