Some are shiny. Some are old and tarnished. Some are really made with copper. I even have a couple made of aluminum from WWII times. We are attached to our pennies.
A penny for your thoughts.
A penny saved is a penny earned.
Penny wise but pound foolish.
No one really pays attention to them but I bet if we just stopped using them on a certain day, there would be screams.
I think like many things the penny will fade from our memory. It will be something we think about when we run across those spare ones fallen in the corner of a drawer. Insignificant. Minor. Minuscule, not worth the bother.
It makes me wonder what else we have let fall in the drawer. An unfinished letter, an old stamp, a memory card, a cord from a long gone electronic devise, a half-used up pen, a key, a broken chain. Things that seem to have slipped away from our lives.
Because I know things can slip away, I try really hard to keep in touch with the important ones. I am working on people right now. I figure what is the worst that people can do be ignore me. (Not that I am easy to ignore.) I want to make sure I contact and connect with people in a real way. A call, a note, a real cup of coffee. An invitation. It is not necessary for the house to be perfect or even acceptable. No one notices I have a pile of piles that needs to be filed or bits and bits of projects on my table in progress. A book or 10 on the coffee table might lead to a good conversation and some exchanges of ideas.
I guess as my soul energy returns I can reach out more. I have been in a quiet place for a long time. A place of self reflection, a bit of self pity, a place of worry and deep concern. A bunch of pennies have piled up and it is time to use them.