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From tourists to pilgrims, the pedagogy of traveling

By Sharmila Govande “A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.” <footer> <cite>Oliver Wendell Holmes</cite> <a href=”https://twitter.com/intent/tweet?text=%E2%80%9CA+mind+that+is+stretched+by+a+new+experience+can+never+go+back+to+its+old+dimensions.%E2%80%9D++%E2%80%94+Oliver+Wendell+Holmes&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fecoversities.org%2Fwp-admin%2Fadmin-ajax.php” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener noreferrer”> Tweet </a> </footer> </blockquote> As part of our post graduation course in social work (1), we were required to get a glimpse of the local social

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Walking the scarred path or discovering the sacred masculinity in us?

by Nitin Paranjape   For the past year, I have been a part of an interesting co-learning experiment called “Mensversity”. The idea first took root in informal dialogues over lunch or chai during the Indian Multiversity Alliance (IMA) meeting at the Deer Park Institute in Bir, Himachal Pradesh. The Indian Multiversity Alliance is a flexible,

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The many shades of love

by Abhishek Thakore and Dan Rudolph Love…oh love! The spice that comes in a million flavours. The joie de vivre. The feeling that makes life worth living. The only emotion that can increase intelligence. The subject of more than half the songs humanity has ever written. The essence of the Sufi’s path. And yet, our

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Kapu Aloha: Sacred Activism and Civic Engagement grounded in Cultural Traditions

By Kū Kahakalau, Ph.D. In 2019, efforts to protect Mauna Kea, Hawaiʻiʻs tallest mountain, from the construction of a Thirty-Meter Telescope (TMT) (1), crystalised the Hawaiian movement, unlike any other Hawaiian-related issue in the past, uniting tens of thousands of Native Hawaiians of all ages, on all islands, and removing long-standing barriers between Native Hawaiian

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In the morning, you won’t find me here

A MEDITATION IN BLACKNESS  Poem by Bayo Akomolafe I am a black man.I was planted in deep, loamy, black soil by my black father.Cradled, cultured and coaxed out like a tuber of yam by my black mother.Though I came from one womb, I am birthed by many mothers – some of skin like bark and timber,

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