South of the outer foothills of the Himalayan Mountain Range and north of the Brahmaputra River Basin stretches the alluvial floodplains of Dooars in the northeastern realm of the Indian subcontinent. With eighteen historic passages between the lush green plains and the imposing stone and ice mountains, it is the gateway to the kingdom of Bhutan, an ancient and magical region.

Shobosachi had trekked a solid five kilometres through the tiger reserve from the village of Santalabari to reach his destination. The year is 1980. The young man was fresh out of college, and this was to be his last adventure trip before he embarked on the bandwagon of a nine-to-five job life.

As part of the Terai-Duar savanna and grasslands ecoregion, with innumerable streams and rivers flowing from the snowcapped sierras touching the heavens, Dooars was a treasure trove of exotic and endangered birds, plants, and animals. With a…

 Today is the Yahrzeit, or the anniversary of the day, in 2006, on which this American prophet and Science Fiction/Fantasy writer left us. 

   I look back to her words, dreaming of  one united human race.

And I look to finding a community of willing workers, united in service to the good of all humanity, where I can both contribute, and be truly included, myself, as well.

To Human Kindness, and in thanks, to Octavia Butler,

S. Destinie

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1.)  Share your thoughts on how story, and dreaming, may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

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Holistic High School Lessons,

The situation in Ukraine is grim, depressing – and feels like history repeating itself. I get a sense that Vladimir Putin wants to grab as much territory as possible (apart from Ukraine) and then retreat behind a 21st century version of the Iron Curtain. He is, after all, a former KGB man. He seems to be nostalgic for that era. But the world has moved on.

I am a Cold War baby. It was a dark time, and I remember growing up in the UK in fear of the Russians and “The Bomb.” My parents who lived through World War II…