I teach meditation. I co-wrote Meditation for Fidgety Skeptics, wrote The Head Trip, and founded The Consciousness Explorers Club. My mission is to empower people to take charge of their own mental health, through the creative application of meditation and personal growth practices. I also teach people how to guide and share practices in community.
From the 10% Happier with Dan Harris Podcast: "Jeff Warren is someone for whom I have a special affection. We chronicled our friendship in a book we co authored, called Meditation for Fidgety Skeptics, in which we took a gonzo cross-country bus trip to help people overcome various obstacles to establishing a meditation practice".
There are no guidelines for how to manage the whole world shutting down at the same time. Studies on war and natural disasters don’t speak to the emotional toll of fighting an invisible enemy, one that lives inside ourselves and everyone we love. We’ve been asked to abandon closeness in favour of isolation and withdrawal. For many of us, the impacts have yet to arrive.
When you live on a ship at sea, everything gets amplified in the narrow interiors: ruminations, moods, behaviors. Enter COVID-19, and the fact that many of us are stuck inside. Ping ping ping, go the signals. I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to get a clear picture of what I’m comfortable with, and what I’m not.
“If someone says ‘Love in the Time of Corona’ one more time I am literally going to punch them." A post is about knowing when and how to meditatively engage with our anxiety and our discomfort, and knowing when and how to pull back and rest.
Wherever we are on the mind-body roller-coaster, seated and calm, we can suddenly see it. We hadn’t noticed before, in our busyness. We thought life was just like that. But now we realize, actually, life isn’t like that. We’re like that.
Nothing I’d been saying could convince my wife Sarah to take our baby outside. I was getting impatient. “Let’s take the stroller to the park right now!” It was pitch black and minus ten, with thick snowflakes blowing past the street lamp. She looked at me with great forbearance and said, “I have a better idea."