I felt pain. It hurts when the space that could take you forward becomes a playground.

My body hurts. I’m straightening up inside. Pain is not a punishment – maybe it’s training.

Yesterday I went to bed before 10:00 PM as scheduled. The hardness of the bed woke me up every 20-30 minutes. My watch rang at five o'clock. I woke up, but I still slept a little with a cry… I fell asleep. The bell rang. Or rather, its more urgent end. I quickly jumped into my white robe and within 1 minute I was downstairs in the main hall. I was given a really tiny rice to offer. It was so small that it was really difficult to divide it into ...

10:00 PM to bed, 5:00 AM to wake up.   This was truly something unusual for me.   The bed was very hard, so I expected that I wouldn’t be able to sleep.   Fortunately, I was wrong! I woke up a few times and diligently switched my two tormented sides, but other than that, the night passed completely peacefully.   The five o’clock wake-up is recommended so that we have time for our own development. After a quick wash, I ...

Board bed. More minimalism. Offering and meditation. With these words I arrived at the temple.

8 hours of bends, freezing dawn, misunderstood tickets, expensive tuk-tuks. I took off my shoes at the temple gate so I wouldn’t see them for 10 days.

Sometimes even buying a bus ticket is an embarrassing amount of work. I enjoy these adventures.