Finding the “Right” Meditation Practice

Jeff: Concentration is the foundation of meditation. You could make the argument it’s the foundation of every spiritual and personal growth practice, since the world unfolds along the grain of our commitments . They key to getting this started is  interest , and what is interesting to one person may not be interesting to another. Thus, in our Part 1 meditation, we explore multiple points of entry: from body to sound to breath, in stillness and in movement. Preview here.

The Essence of Mindfulness

Jeff: My new book, Meditation for Fidgety Skeptics, with co-authors Dan Harris and Carley Adler, just landed in bookstores. We’re celebrating by not having a book launch – not drinking fine wine, and not eating cheese and crackers. BUT … we will meditate! Come on by and introduce yourself. This first CEC in our new location is free to all. Actually, we have a sliding scale, so the CEC is in theory always free to those who need it.

Battle to Win Ourselves

Jeff: I love pop music. My friends play me some hip electro banger I’m like ‘ya ok,’ but when I hear Carlye Rae Jepsen Cut to the Feeling my inner teenage girl goes mental (never mind when Selena Gomez samplesthe Talking-Heads – sick!) I love these songs because they make me feel free. They make me realize that at anytime I can actually kick off my leg warmers and do cartwheels down the sidewalk. That in a million different ways I imagine I’m limited and constrained and that I must act or be a certain way but really, really, at anytime I can just … step off. Step off the ride. And the world will hold me. I won’t fall off into outer space, or lose my work, or my friends, although I may slightly damage my credibility when I do Freddy Mercury impressions. So: what is this freedom exactly, and what does it means to step off the ride when we have not  history and responsibilities and all the rest of it? I’m not actually sure – maybe you know.

Welcome to the Party

Jeff: OK, for this weekly instalment of devotion month, we are going to explore what it means to be goo goo ga ga in love with the hottest sexiest meanest and most ass-kicking ENTITY in the whole universe – that is, the Universe itself. Aka, reality, aka the existential wrapper thing that you, me, and everyone seems to find themselves inside, now and always, for reality just keeps on being real. What could it mean not just to love this beastie, but also to treat “it” as both intelligent and in constant communication with us? Can one have such a view without being committed to an asylum, or being roundly mocked by your boring social scientist friends? What might a discerning version of this understanding look like, and can we expand our minds to accommodate it, like a pair of stretchy lycra yoga pants?