I came to this Buddhist forest temple because I wasn’t happy here yet.

I feel more and more strongly that I must give in order to receive. The church has given clear teaching on this.

I left the temple, but it did not leave me.

As the temple series neared its end, the picture came together. I was certain: I had spent a wonderful 10 days at Wat Pa Tam Wua.

This article is full of sentences that suggest uncertainty in its wording. But I have no uncertainty at all, I really felt what was happening today!

I walk, I sit, I lie down. My body aches, my attention is scattered, but I start again. Here I am not learning to understand, but to practice.

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 ...