Tag: spring

……may and moms

Wishing Mother’s EVERYWHERE a very Happy Mother’s Day!

 

 


 

Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is that makes 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.

GOOD NEWS!

For quite a while now, we have retained our #1 Spot on Reverbnation.

I was pleased to hear that my web site has been featured on the Top 30 Rnb Music Blogs and Websites to follow for 2018 on one of the the top rss feeds around: feedspot.com.

For all my Spanish friends and family 🙂

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.

Miss you Mom.

 

As always, I am

Musically yours, Gregory

 

 


……walls

“As we search for love, it’s important to also break down those personal walls

we have set up against it”.


Musically yours, Gregory

This is “How Deep Is Your Love”


women……

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Women’s History Month

There are so many incredible women to celebrate in March since it is Women’s History Month but I’ve chosen Lena Horne to bring to your attention this year. Her success, but more meaningfully her battle against the stereotypes and prejudices of her day seemed important to me in this election year. Take a moment if you will to read about her. Here’s a link.

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I will be doing a show on May 6th for the Memphis in May Festival.Canada-Flag-5

This year’s toast is to Canada!

Memphis in May

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll also be heading to the United Kingdom in the summer…. some time around August.

We’ll keep you informed as time progresses. Hope you had a happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Stay well and welcome to SPRING!


Here are some quotes for this post.

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. Buddha


Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later. Og Mandino

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It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. Henry David Thoreau

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(Did you find the optical illusions above?)


Thanks for tuning in.

This is “I Can See Clearly”

 

Musically yours, Gregory

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