Feather Files: words are cheap
Words are cheap. It is by your actions that you are known. This applies to so many areas of my life right now.
I have stumbled in verbally explaining to my husband why special days require a bit more effort than “happy xyz“. So let me see if I can do it here. Words are easy said, rarely requiring any meaningful effort. It is one’s actions that prove what you say. It isn’t the gift that is important but the effort taken to choose the gift. The size and the expense do not matter, it is that you thought of me when I was not in front of you and tried to find that item/meal/whatever that would make me smile in delight.
My son keeps lying and when caught he says “I’m sorry.” I keep telling him that if he was sorry he wouldn’t be doing the same thing over and over. If he was truly sorry he’d make a different and better choice. Talk is cheap, show me you are sorry by making better choices.
Spiritually, I need to take this saying to heart. Being solitary, I find it difficult to keep any religious practice going other than prayers before bed. I call out to my lady whenever I worry or want to honor her or share something but is that enough? Or is it just words? I don’t know but if talk is cheap than I certainly am not doing enough. Yet I continually flounder on finding that practice that is something more than words, that doesn’t seem false or forced. I try to walk in honor when dealing with family and friends but I’m stingier than I should be with constant fears of not having enough of whatever to last. I do not deny my gods but sometimes error on the side of prudence, sometimes staying silent, sometimes deflecting. Is that walking my talk? I do not know but I’m afraid it may not be. Physical offerings are difficult for me as I can’t get past the feeling that I’m wasting corporeal things on non-corporeal beings. I hear my mother, my grandmother whispering “waste not, want not”. Yet is not doing so mean my belief is mere words? That isn’t what I mean or what I feel but that is what I show. How can I lecture my son, my husband when I fail too…