by Tom Delahunt (the #hobopoet) In the whimsical tapestry of nursing, the essence of being a nurse goes beyond the mundanity of vocational duties; it resides in the profound act […]
Embracing Neurodiversity: A Folk Rebellion Through the Lens of “The Wandering Lamb” at Canterbury Christ Church University
by Tom Delahunt (the #hobopoet) In the heart of Canterbury Christ Church University (CCCU), beneath the sprawling branches of wisdom’s tree, a folk rebellion quietly unfurled its banners last month. […]
From Solitude to light: The Healing Journey of the Hobo Poet
by Tom Delahunt In the quiet corridors of memory, there exists a tale of transformation—a narrative of resilience and redemption that unfolds like the pages of a long-forgotten book. It […]
The Uncharted Canvas: Nurturing Creativity, Embracing the Wandering Soul
Introduction: In the vast realm of creativity, the artist’s journey is often likened to the wave of a master’s brush on a virgin canvas. It’s a dance of innovation and […]
The Evolution of Trauma Consciousness
Attending ‘The Evolution of Consciousness’: Dr Derek Tracy KMMS Talk was just an activity probably based on the intrigue of the title but… Have we evolved in our consciousness? Prehistoric […]
A happy death
It is easy now; the festival has passed and was a tremendous success. The space was only there as a research pilot. What it became was nothing short of a […]
The mind of the Hermitic or Eremitic.
“The universe is not outside of you Look inside Yourself, everything that you want you already are”. Rumi This realisation resonates with the calling I have felt for years, ever […]
The Glass bead game and the Goblin king
As always, I am sat, happily within a chaos of structure and creativity. Last week I managed to have a small but significant dream realised. ‘The table of consciousness’ played […]
To become the Scar
The Nietzschean ‘Void’ is haunting me today. As it’s mixed with many other spaces, feelings, senses and cognitive chains. The pain of Kierkegaard, the truths of Schopenhauer, the multiple deaths […]
The heartbeat of Montmartre
When I was around 16 years old my parents took me to Montmartre. I remember it all very vividly and for me, with my echo chamber of a nothingness mind, […]