I awoke with e.e.cummings's poem on repeat in my psyche:

"I thank You God for most this amazing

day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes..."

My body remembered the joy I experienced when I first discovered this poem as a teenager.

Then, internalized remembered music showed up--a violin sonata--and my whole being opened even more as I listened to it playing in my heart.

I walked out into the cool of the morning and was greeted by a cacophony of bird song--pee wee, wood thrush, red-eyed vireo, the insistent call of a pileated woodpecker, and a plethora of general merry twittering.

The body remembers and easily accesses its connection to all things "counter, original, spare, strange" as Gerard Manley Hopkins put it.

What a day to be alive, to tap into the One Well under the blue arc of the sky!