Calm and Penance

Today we were walking past a section of the woods and it was just scattered across with windblown trash, old plastic bottles. We grabbed five or six large trashbags - the heavy duty kind with handles - and we started all the way down at the stream, then worked our way up to the place we saw.

I am pretty sure I score extra points for that. Penance is a strangle dividing line between punishment and praise. It has to be real. It has to be freely given.