‘Quantum entanglement’ There is an episode of The Magic Roundabout that I cannot stop thinking about recently. Dougal’s Glasses In it, Zebedee gives Dougal a pair of glasses, and suddenly […]
The Unfolding Hopes of the #HoboPoet
There are moments in life where chaos briefly rearranges itself into coherence. Not perfect coherence.Not certainty.But enough alignment that you can finally pause, inhale deeply, and recognise that the fragments […]
The Breadbasket: Collage, Conversation, and the Poetic Nursing Heart
For a number of years I have used collage in my teaching spaces. It began simply enough: magazines, scissors, glue sticks, scraps of colour and text scattered across tables. Students […]
The Seven Steps to Becoming Bombadil
On Red Threads, Wandering, and the Quiet Work of Freedom There is also a small confession I should make. I am not entirely sure who will read this, or whether […]
Sharing the Canopy
By Thomas Delahunt & Dr Chloe Farahar For The Poetic Nursing Heart “When trees grow together, nutrients and water can be optimally divided among them all so that each tree can […]
The Uncomfortable truth behind Piggies Glasses.
In William Golding’s Lord of the Flies, there is a moment that never leaves me: Piggy’s glasses shatter. It is more than an accident of rough play, it is the […]
Trapped in Equilibrium: Game Theory, Violence, and the Collapse of Care
The #hobopoet What sort of game is this? In game theory, a Nash equilibrium occurs when no player can improve their situation by changing strategies while others keep theirs unchanged. […]
The Butterfly Flame – Embracing Creative Knowing Beyond Ordinary Consciousness
by Tom Delahunt, the #hobopoet and Michi Masumi In the ordinary, everyday consciousness that we experience, the vastness of reality remains hidden, left out rather than let in. We operate […]
The Rain in the Dystopia: A #Hobopoet’s Reflection
By Tom Delahunt, the #hobopoet The future is pouring in, drop by drop. It’s already here in the shape of Elon Musk’s robots, automated taxis, and self-driving buses. The thought […]
Cultivating the Subconscious Garden
In the quiet expanse of my mind, I find myself drawn to the image of a gardener tending to a vast landscape of diamonds nestled in the darkness of the […]