There’s an Aesop’s Fable where a dog, lucky enough to have found, a juicy bone, crosses a stream, sees his reflection in the water and thinks he sees another dog carrying a bigger better bone. He drops the bone, jumps at the dog in the river and has to swim like crazy to save his life. A sad episode for Rover, but at least he doesn’t get trampled.
It has been said by a Siberian elder that if you don’t know the trees, you might get lost in the woods, but if you don’t know the stories you might get lost in life.
This Aesop’s fable might be a good one to help you stay found and keep in mind as Black Friday approaches. If you don’t have a copy of Aesop handy… no home should be without one but they are not on sale… Google Black Friday Trampling and there will be no shortage of cautionary tales to be found, lavishly illustrated by You Tube clips of frenzied shoppers and barbaric yawping.
No doubt someone’s handicapping the odds that there will be more mayhem and deaths again this year. Place your bets ladies and gentleman. Win big then turn around and buy the latest steroidal HDTV screen that money can buy. But wait, there’s more! This year we don’t have to wait until Black Friday for a better bone. We can trot home with our bounty beginning at sun-up Thanksgiving Day courtesy of Walmart, and a host of other American companies who are drafting their ‘associates’ to assist us in the Big Grab.
Yes, Grabitude has replaced Gratitude on the 4th Thursday of November. Perhaps it’s only a natural next step in the evolution of Homo Corportus and I should put aside my dismay, and pick up my credit card.
But I will stay home on Thanksgiving. I’ll be with friends and family enjoying the meal, the company, and the stories not the stores. Same on Black Friday, but I’ll add a walk in the woods and watch the river flow, the cranes dance in the sky and the last of the cottonwood leaves flutter to the ground.
Some of the Sandhill Cranes that winter here in the Middle Rio Grande of New Mexico have migrated down from the Yukon Delta in Alaska. They’ve been doing this for about three million years. I used to make my own yearly migration to and from Alaska and one year while kayaking on the Yukon River I met an old- timer, Meska Savage, and Athabaskan man who at the time was 85 but looked no older than sixty. I was fortunate enough to have been invited into the village sweat bath and even more fortunate to have met Meska there and heard this piece of advice from him.
“Never rush, live long time!”
So what I’ll grab on the 27th and 28th this year is time. Time with friends and family, time to chop and peel, and cook and talk and reflect, and time to appreciate every blessing that I can think and feel.
Time is NOT money. Never was, never will be. Not money earned or money spent.
Carl Sandburg had this say-so about time…
“Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”
Barbara Bush said it well another way…
“At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent.”
To this I would add, you won’t regret missing that Night Bargain Super Quartz Analog Handyman Thingamajig Sale on Black Thanksgiving.
But if you are drawn to the Big Box Store, as inexorably as the crane answers the migration call, may I suggest this. Don’t rush, you have all day, and when you get there, don’t buy a thing. Just bring a gift, a treat or a thanks to the person who has had to give up their most precious time to keep their job and show up for the hoped for National Day of Grabitude. Then go safely home in gratitude for the day that is given to you.
(This one, I’d love if you’d share. Thanks!