Stevie taught me something about being present when I was out visiting him at the farm today. I gave him a bath, and we went out to find some grass for him while I toweled him dry. After my towels were mostly wet, and my horse was mostly dry, I sat down on the lawn to watch him happily munching on green grass. As I sat back against a tree, I thought maybe I'd check my email, now that I had a moment, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
As soon as I held it up and looked down at the screen, the contented crunching stopped. I looked up to see my horse frozen in place, his eyes empty, staring straight ahead. Definitely an expression of resigned sadness.
"You okay, buddy? What's wrong, Steve?" I stood up, went over to him. The phone was back in my pocket. I put my hand on his neck and he didn't move. Where was my horse with the big personality?
Then I heard him, "You came all the way out here to stare at your phone? Really? Because that's crap, if you ask me." And as if to emphasize his point, he crapped, right there on the lawn.
Oops. Sorry, man. You are so right.
Next time the phone stays in the car, my attention on my horse, and my mind in the moment.