230 In Praise of the Familiar

Guest Article
By Kwami Nyamidie

Our long associations create the familiar which we gradually become numb to, ignore and under appreciate. We function in an ocean of familiar things. The oxygen we breathe. The canvas shoes, the cotton shirt, and wool sweater we wear. The salt and sugar and spices that satisfy our taste buds every day.  

assorted familiar cooking spices
Photo by Shantanu Pal on Pexels.com The familiar spices we eat every day but which we take for granted

It’s the nature to take for granted the ordinary. The electricity that’s always on when I press the switch. The tap of water that runs every time I turn on the faucet. The needle that sewed the fabric on my car seat. The paperclips that hold official documents I print to notarize. The Velcro on my jacket. The duct tape I use when packing books. The toilet paper. 

person in pink long sleeve shirt holding familiar  tissue rolls
Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com In praise of the familiar toilet paper roll

I often forget to appreciate how all of these have enriched my life and those of many millions around the world.

As with things, so with people. The individuals I am close to and with whom I share the same living space. My fellow country men and women. Old friendly faces. Family members and relatives far and near. Often, I take them for granted.

As with things, tools, and people, so are mundane and powerful ideas I am numb to. The invention of the numbers we use in our everyday arithmetic. The concept of switch off and switch on—the foundation of computers and the digital world. The concept of money. Democracy we enjoy with the rights of the individual.

blur computer connection electronics familiar Internet cables and network we take for granted
Photo by Field Engineer on Pexels.com We take the extraordinary genius of Internet architecture for granted

There’s so much of the familiar around. Plants and flowers and butterflies and rain and snow and frost and sky and sunrise and sunset…

Whenever I want my heart to throb with excitement I pause and wonder at the familiar I take so much for granted.

Five things we use every day to be thankful for.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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