Two Years

Shocking that this anniversary has passed unnoticed except in afterthought!  The promised two years of vigilance following my final days of chemotherapy are over, and according to my oncologist I can now consider myself "cured."

Perhaps the forgetting of the anniversary is its greatest memorial.

I had expected to meet the day with fanfare, but as I reflect on it I now think it fitting that I celebrated by simply doing those quiet little life things that I had been deprived of for so long: curling my hair, shaving my legs, drinking (and enjoying) a cup of coffee, doing an honest day's work.  Feeling healthy without even really noticing it.

Even so, I must remind myself that taking notice is important too.

Today isn't any particular anniversary of any major life event.  Therefore.  As it was good that I kept the anniversary of my cure by overlooking it, so it is best that I observe the quotidian perfection of this dripping May afternoon by pausing my day for a moment of glad commemoration.

excerpt: "From The Distance"

The wheel of eternity is turning
in time, its rhymes, austere,
at long intervals returning,
sing in the mind, not in the ear.

-Wendell Berry