Tag: frustration

  • Christ, Our Infinite Now

    She cuddles beneath purple fleece, knees pulled up and restless, melancholy as Milne’s Donkey, that stuffed lovey dangling by an ear from her thumb-sucking hand. There are days I ride the waves of this energy, and days I’m frustrated and mystified, but this day I’m struck; my perspective tilted, and I see her as she…