Cloud Watching, Magic Beans and Rest With The Conifers.

The Wild Wisdom of Realising That Sometimes It Just Is What It Is.

Dear Forest Hearts

So this week as usual I was all set to write a longer post, but do you know what? I have run out of beans, beans of the magic kind, of the sort that grow up into the clouds where treasure can be found. This is another way of saying that I have run out of spoons.

For those of you who are not part of the neurodiverse community, it basica…