by Daniel | Jan 28, 2026 | Art, Awareness, Civil Society, Democracy, Metacrisis, Perception, Ukraine
Monday June 9 The household started the day slowly due to the disruption of the drone attacks in the night. I had nothing on my personal agenda and everyone in the household was busy for the day. So, with another date with Valerii Pekar set for 5pm I was left to my...
by Daniel | Oct 17, 2025 | Awareness, Civil Society, Democracy, Educational Design, Perception, Ukraine, Working with youth
7 June 2025 On Saturday morning we left Kyiv, traveling a couple hours north into the country. It was notable to me that we passed only one apparent military facility; Katya explained to me that the Ukrainian military has very carefully decentralized its operations...
by Daniel | Aug 29, 2025 | Civil Society, Democracy, Educational Design, Perception, Storytelling, Ukraine
Note to Readers: This narrative is quite long, like the cross country train ride where it begins. Mostly it’s just my story, augmented by a few reflections about Ukraine’s political and historical reality. Yet it’s a hefty enough chunk of writing that it warrants...
by Daniel | Jun 3, 2025 | Awareness, Educational Design, Metacrisis, Perception, Teaching
We grow in direct proportion to the amount of chaos we can sustain and dissipate. ~ Ilya Prigogine We are living in times of increasing chaos. However stable our immediate lives may seem, society at large has become widely dysregulated. Things we used...
by Daniel | Oct 30, 2022 | Awareness, Civil Society, Climate Crisis, Democracy, Education, Metacrisis, Perception
Something surprised me in a group discussion recently. I love surprises: They have so much to teach us! Our group was meeting on Zoom, planning a workshop on a tight timeline. We were down to our next-to-last meeting, and it was time to finalize a plan. The...
by Daniel | Jul 19, 2022 | Awareness, Civil Society, Democracy, Educational Design, Metacrisis, Nature, Perception
(this is the second part of a two-part essay; if you haven’t already done so, please read “Where Does It All Lead” to get the most out of this piece.) On a rocky hillside, trowel in hand, I went along the rough trail, eyes searching the ground. Every so often I would...
