07/16/2026
I think we interrupt horses too much.
Not because we're unkind.
Because we're enthusiastic.
A horse finally lies down.
We walk over.
Two horses begin quietly grooming each other.
We reach for our phone.
One horse chooses to stand beside us.
We stroke them.
A curious horse starts investigating something.
We call their name.
A horse looks toward the horizon with complete attention...
and we ask for it back.
I don't think we mean to interrupt.
We're just excited to be part of whatever beautiful thing is unfolding.
I've caught myself doing it countless times.
Then one morning, I stopped.
Eclipse was standing quietly, watching something in the distance.
I have no idea what had captured his attention.
A bird.
A squirrel.
Another horse.
The wind.
For a moment I almost walked over to see if he wanted scratches.
Instead, I stayed where I was.
He never looked at me.
He never asked for anything.
After a while, whatever had held his attention passed, and he went back to grazing.
Nothing extraordinary happened.
Except perhaps this:
For once, I didn't interrupt a moment that didn't belong to me.
The more time I spend with horses, the more I wonder if love isn't always about joining in.
Sometimes it's about quietly protecting another being's experience from our own enthusiasm.
Maybe one of the greatest gifts we can offer those we love...
is the freedom to finish their own moments.
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