EFT and horses

This morning I was reading Stacey Kimmel-Smith's blog Behind The Bit, and was struck by her description of having her fidgety horse's mane braided for a show. Using a twitch didn't work, but when Stacey tapped on his nose with the end of the whip, he was mesmerized and calm.

I immediately thought of a technique I have been teaching my human clients, called EFT (emotional freedom technique).

EFT is based on a discovery regarding the body's subtle energies. Basically, it's an "emotional" version of acupuncture but without the needles. You use your fingers to tap various points on your body, in a sequence. I've had success using this method on myself, and clients as young as 5 have reported excellent results.

So when I read Stacy's success story with the tapping and braiding, I wondered: can EFT work with horses?

I'm going to try it later today and see how it goes.

apples, appletinis, horses in the back yard, and the Connells

And more reading pages out loud at 10 p.m. I am SO happy to be getting feedback on the novel. It's a real gift.

Horses snorting in the back, Keil Bay taking an apple from the deck, the Connells belting out "Slack-jawed" - what a wonderful evening.

pals (but no kisses)

writing, dressage, kayaks, and appletinis

The bigger, more official writing retreat weekend had to be rescheduled due to my own lack of control of calendar-keeping, but this morning husband and kids took off for the seashore and this afternoon one writer friend is coming to help infuse the house with writerly energy and joie de vivre.

In preparation, I went to the local ABC store for appletini ingredients, and came out stuffed to the gills with freebies. I had forgotten to check a recipe for appletinis before leaving home, so the amazingly helpful employee looked online for me and printed out 6 different recipes from which to choose. I was so astounded at her helpfulness I blathered on about how much I love our town and county, and ended up talking for half an hour. (this is why my children say to me before we go anywhere - mom, you CAN'T TALK)

When she bagged up my items, she stuffed in a bunch of those little airplane bottles of all kinds of things, plus a T-shirt!

I had no idea ABC stores were giving away such cool stuff.

On to the grocery store, where it was a bit calmer, and then back home where I opened the mailbox to find Toni McGee Causey's signed copies of Bobbie Faye's Very (very very very) Bad Day and the ARC of her newest novel, Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels. I loved the first one and am eager to read this new one before it even hits the stores! Toni blogs at Murderati on Sundays - go check her out.

CORRECTION: Toni's new book IS in stores, so... if you haven't read her first yet, lucky you! You can buy both and have two good reads without the wait in between.

After stopping to look at the books, I unloaded the car and headed out to get horses set up with hay and fans and some fly spray. Salina has one tick which she refused to let me get off (I'll do it when she gets her evening spray with the hose) and Cody has a 3-inch cut on the inside of his hind leg. Fortunately not too deep and it was already scabbing, so I sprayed on some Banixx and left it alone.

D. is bringing kayaks and the big dressage show Grand Prix musical freestyle is tomorrow night, so assuming we don't get hit by thunderstorms, we'll have plenty to do to stimulate the artists' flow.

And D. has assured me she loves mucking stalls. What better house guest can one ask for? A writer, a mucker of stalls, a bringer of kayaks. Photos at 11. (maybe)

An update: D. arrived, tick was removed during evening shower, and Rafer Johnson has added yet another member to his fan club. He gave about 15 donkey hugs to D. and Chase the Corgi has also adopted her as his personal ball thrower and Person to Tail quietly in the house.

Appletinis are incredible, the company stellar, and we are set to read pages for critique at 10:30. Heaven!

why is it...

that when you reorganize bookshelves, removing nearly every title and putting them back in a better way, you end up with more books than shelves?

I have two tall stacks of friends' books, most of which are signed, that I was planning to shelve separately, but there are no shelves left. I also have two stacks of "moving on" books that won't fit on the one bookcase I designated for just this category.

And three stacks of contemporary lit fiction that simply have nowhere to go.