Today marks 10 years since Pulse. At the time we lived in the US and I was finishing this embroidery sampler for an exhibition. I ended up stitching my rage and grief into the ‘frame’ to honour the ones we lost. Never forget🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Has the rapture happened because it’s past nine and I’m in the office on my own? Bye then fly like Icarus
40yo me might not be impressed with the distance (6.5km) or pace (6:19/km) but I’m choosing to look at it with gratitude: I can still run at 51, something I know too well not to take for granted. Bonus: running in the jockstrap my bf brought back from his IMLBB travels.
That gratitude extends to all partners of partners without whom none of this is possible ❤️