I gave myself  permission to take my time at the barn today.  I recommend it.  Maybe you brush your horse longer than necessary, more slowly, savoring the feel of the brush strokes, the gleam of the coat, the movement of your arm over the curves of the horse’s body.  Maybe you just stand together and breathe – looking at the summer green, the air moving the trees, hearing the birds, the cicada, the chewing of the horse in the next stall.  Do nothing.  Be nothing.  Get porous, just molecules dancing with other molecules.