may 22, 2023

Sometimes I think that this fragrant fur could shield me from all the shallowness and ugliness of the world.
Sometimes it feels like all I need to do is bury my overly long nose into — especially in spring — those prickly little hairs that sneak into every thread of fabric, no matter how lovely it is, and all the spit-up trash just vanishes.
Stable trash. Polish trash.
Sometimes I honestly can’t believe that people willingly give up all the richness of nature for the sake of promised usefulness — once they’ve gained enough “followers.”
Am I a hypocrite? After all, I’m writing this for a reason too, aren’t I?

I know that sometimes it only takes a split second to decide whether to try to exist — or not to.

That’s what all of this is about — about freedom, a helping gesture, and sometimes… “I didn’t make it in time.”
This morning I was woken by a kind of unease I hadn’t felt in a long while. At three a.m.
I’d forgotten what that kind of “wake-up call” feels like.
I read messages from a dear friend — someone didn’t make it.
Someone else made a different decision in a split second, and there was no more time to react.
And that convinced me I have to do something about it.
I have to — because I made a different decision.
Maybe someone will read this, or listen, or nudge their nose in.
I have to — because it was terrifyingly indifferent. Cruelly lonely. Fucking awful.

After that, all I remember is my plushy fur, smelling like a pastoral mix of hay and ammonia —
cleansing not just the upper airways but also mercilessly wrapping around my head,
soberly reminding me that it’s worth it.
For some reason.

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Bona Equine is a brand born from a truly rediscovered love for life and an extraordinary fascination with nature.
And Bona herself is the Plush Professor who reminded me that life is worth celebrating.
Again and again, over and over.