Wishing Mother’s EVERYWHERE a very Happy Mother’s Day!
Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is thatmakes you happy. RITA MORENO
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Hello all. I hope you are doing well and finally getting some good weather. I have been busy in the studio working on new material (and possibly some collaborations). As I have not been blogging much I thought I would check in with you all. May is already here, spring has sprung… and flowers are in bloom.
Yesterday I had the great pleasure to do a live international radio interview on W-Radio on “La hora del regresso” which is broadcast to South Florida, New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Los Angeles, Orlando and also Spain, Central America, Columbia and Panama. “La hora del regresso” is presented by journalist Carlos Montoya. Thanks guys, I had a great time! I’d also like to personally thank Krizia Bruhl for her translating skills.Here’s a link to the show.
A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR MOTHER’S DAY
As some of you may know I received a full scholarship for creative writing to Stanford University. I came across a short story of mine and thought it would make a nice gift to all of you romantics out there. Just my way of saying Happy Mother’s Day. I hope you enjoy. Please drop me a note and let me know.
“The Legend of the Rose” by Gregory Abbott
In the quaint little town of Botanica, noted for its beautiful foliage, there lived a family of four; father, mother daughter and her younger brother of ten.
The boy, a romantic by nature loved to roam the countryside and trod dreamily amidst the colorful flowers taking long deep breath‘s of their pleasant aroma’s.
One spring day, the boy became smitten by one of the lovely young daughters of a local neighbor and with lighthearted visions of romance swimming in his head, he skipped dizzily through the fields and begin picking his favorite white flour to present to her as a symbol of his love.
Now the boys mother had warned him on many occasions to be careful of touching these special white flowers last he cut his hands. For these flowers had thorns, and although quite beautiful could pierce the skin and cause the hands to bleed. He was always careful of these, his favorite white flour and had learned to content himself with appreciating their smell and visual beauty, but not touching them. There is a story connected with these white flowers. It is told that he who picks the white flour and is wounded by its thorns is given, as compensation, the fulfillment of one wish which he must make before the sun goes down.
And so the dreamy splendor of this beautiful spring day, combined with thoughts of the electric smile of his newfound damsel had driven him beyond the level of all caution and he proceeded to pick the flowers with wanton abandon. On his way to her house, giddy with anticipation, he thought of nothing but the smile on her face when she saw the white flowers. He did not however feel the pain of the thorns which as predicted, pierced his hands and cause the stream of blood to drip onto the flowers which he held down by his side.
At her door he held up the flowers for her examination and much to his puzzlement discovered that all of the flowers had turned red. The boy was crestfallen. Suddenly her face lit up with amazement and joy. Why I’ve never seen such beautiful red flowers before she exclaimed as she took them from his hands and examine them with wonder You must have searched far and wide to have found such a rare flower. And you are wonderful to have given me such a rare and wonderful gift. The boy elated said nothing but kissed her with great chivalry and departed……
As he turned toward the western horizon and saw the half circle of the sun begin it’s dissent into the sea, he remembered, and whispered let there be lovely red flowers for everyone to enjoy growing plentifully in the field with pain to no one…… And it was done.
On his way home his heart was as light as the spring pollen’s which floated through the country air and as he clasped his hands together, he tendered the pain as his special badge of honor and he knew he was the happiest boy in Botanica, perhaps in the whole world.
The giving of love is worth whatever the pain.
Some quotes for this post:
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.Alphonse Karr
The earth laughs in flowers.Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life is the flower, for which love is the honey.Victor Hugo
Stay strong everyone. You are amazing…. remember that.
My heartfelt prayers for your health, happiness and peace of mind.
And prayers to my Hawaiian friends in the path of the lava. Stay safe.
All creative people can relate to the way good mothers direct and cultivate the lives of those in their charge.
When mothers have children, they have an idea of the type of little human being they would like to develop and nurture….. the kind of person they would like to see in a future world. The kind of man or women they would like to know and associate with. And it all begins with the multitude of decisions they make every single day. In big ways and small, mothers make decisions that will affect their children both immediately and in the future. Mothers are the “Master Creators”.
There are also those who are motherly by nature and shower this love on pets, friends, relatives or perhaps even a meaningful project etc… are all “Master Creators” and motherliness is a wonderful trait.
So I wish all of you Master Creators, a very happy Mothers day.
Your mother is always with you… She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well.
Be well all…. and stay strong.
As always, I am musically yours, Gregory
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