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 […]
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 […]