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"Slow down, you move too fast, you got to make the morning last..." ~ Simon & Garfunkel
On my way to an early morning dentist appointment (when I really wanted to be on my morning walk instead), this came on the radio. It surely had a presence on my transistor radio, long ago.
No matter what you are doing this morning (or any other time of day), no matter how you feel, take the time to listen, and to smile....
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Joy in the moment happens, every day, if you choose to look for it....
I will find it if I look. My red transistor radio from radio summers long ago. There were many radios growing up - this was only one of mine, amid the household record players.
Music was much different then, it seems, the 70's. It could fill a home to overflowing, or drift in through the windows from the house across the street.
I have a special memory, from a very special Source. It was my first synchronicity, the first I can recall. I didn't have a label for it. But I never did forget it.
It was some time near the end of June, and I was in the basement listening to the radio in my oldest sister's room. The basement rooms were best of all in summer - upstairs all we had were fans.
"Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon...." It was surely 1970, this song a few years old, and I was 6 years old.
Someone shouted from upstairs and then came running down. "Balloon! S-----u-----e Balloon!" It was my oldest brother, and he was already running up again.
I quickly made it up the stairs, leapt out the door to the garage, then out another door, and raced across the lawn of our backyard, to where he pointed with a smile. He loved to show me wonders in the sky, a weatherman in training.
And there it was - in rainbow colors, rising, silhouetted by the Colorado mountains, our partially constructed chain link fence below, reflecting in the sun. The fence to me was almost every bit as interesting as the balloon. It was about to hold a puppy.
I marveled that the summer skies had listened to the song, and for many years I wondered. I didn't have a label for it. It was The 5th Dimension.
