Writing or Walking? Black Raspberries Await!

It is the kind of morning where I feel like I'm running behind.  I was awake for several hours in the middle of the night, so I didn't wake up quite as early as I usually do.  I have to be at work at 8 for a morning huddle each day, so there's not much flexibility as to when I leave.  I can take my breakfast with me.  

But it's the kind of morning where I need to choose between a walk and deeper levels of writing.  And since today is a day of more meetings and sitting, I need to walk early.  Plus there are black raspberries to pick!  I haven't visited the hillside patch, which I call my secret garden, since Saturday.

In terms of current events, it's a good day to walk instead of write.  I don't want to think about budget bills or Alligator Alcatraz or all the ways our research universities are being gutted.  I am grateful to those who can fight day in and day out, especially to the ones who still have some power to make change (who are those people?  judges perhaps).

I understand that there's a time for picking black raspberries and a time for working to save the country.  We'd likely all be better off if we took a morning walk to remind ourselves what we are saving.