Stop In The Name of Love
Watching The Mystery of Love video was just what I wanted after a hectic week, something I could half pay attention to while I finished a knitting project. When Frieda called I put the sound on mute. She cut right to the chase. Her father, never a nice man to begin with, had delivered an emotional hit and run severing all ties with her over a dispute about an inheritance, a pittance of one at that. Go figure. The fact that Frieda is over fifty and was not the least bit surprised by her father’s most recent diatribe did not lessen the sting of his words. Frieda’s other friends all urged her to strike back and let him have it. She wanted to know what I thought. I said the first thing that came to me. “I think you should let it go. Nothing will be gained by lashing out and if you do your soul will suffer for it. Let it be.” I’m not entirely sure I knew what I meant by that when I said it. It had a ring of truth to i...