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I am the Owner & Lead Instructor of Lessons Learned Equine Instruction, a Nationally Registered Paramedic and Texas Certified Paramedic. I teach formal riding lessons and the equestrian arts for all levels of experience and ages, mostly in the Western style of riding. (Click LLEI for more information.) My passions lie with the majestic & ever-dutiful Equine (obviously) but on the whole to all neglected, abused and forgotten animals that need a voice to speak on their behalf where they cannot do so for themselves. For this, I am an Animal Protection Advocate. I was born and raised in Southeast Texas with a strong farming upbringing. I count myself very blessed to have been born into this breed of people. My family history is deeply rooted in the old ways. We are of Cherokee lineage. I have never found the life lessons of the Cherokee people to be outdated, but in fact have found them to be even more desperately needed in the present day scheme of things than the “new ways” so commonly used by today’s society.
I am mother to a beautiful and precocious 8 year old boy, Britton. He has been an everlasting source of inspiration for me in my undertakings involved with the Mustang Project. His mare, India, is one of his very best friends, just as a horse has been since his time in the womb. It never failed… I would be ready to lay down for a nap or for bed at night, and Britton would inevitably get the hiccups, or would decide to practice his soccer moves!
After Britton was born, he suffered from colic. I tried everything I could to quiet his pain, from the pharmaceutical remedies given by the pediatrician to the old family remedies, too many to list.
Countless are the days and nights that the horses were a faithful savior for us both. They never failed. I would saddle one up, they would wait patiently. They stood stock-still next to the mounting block my short little legs had to utilize while pregnant. Even before we were atop their backs, Britton would begin to settle. I think that babies and kids just know. Sure enough, once we were on our way, Britton would quiet down and begin to drift off to sleep, without restlessness. At the tender age of 2 years old, Britton accomplished his first solo ride with India. Her ever-so-patient care of him gave me such faith that he would be perfectly safe, no matter the cost to her own safety. This bond has continued to grow these past years, and it is my great hope that they will have many more adventures together.
I still have not been able to show any of our horses the insurmountable gratitude I feel that they deserve for the gifts they have given to my son and I. Treats, the best feed and hay I can find, friends and companions – both equine and other four legged creatures, stalls fit for royalty, open pastures for their love of romping and playing, all of these things are wonderful to their spoiled existence. But they just don’t seem to be enough in my eyes. It is one debt that I feel I will never be able to repay fully to my own expectations, but I will continue to do my very best each day that they are with me.
India is now 16 years old. To look at her and watch her play or work, you would never think that she was a day over 4. She and the other horses continue to teach my son and I new lessons everyday. I can only hope that we are able to utilize these lessons to the best of our ability and in a way that would make them proud.