Desert Awakenings

Desert Awakenings Colloborating with equine facilitators to assist and restore peace and harmony. Workshops,one on one sessions,drumming circles, Native American traditions

I invite all those who are interested in awakening to spend time in the beautiful Sonoran Desert with the herd and I. Peace, calmness and tranquility are the words most used to describe my healing ranch, Desert Awakenings. After working as a social worker for 25 years using these principals, I am honored to share and reflect with others in an environment that supports our ability to awaken. Throug

h this process we remember what we already know. As an awakening guide I allow myself to be as a "hollow bone" letting spirit or energy run through me as an instrument to act as a guide only - allowing you to discover your own answers. I am not a counselor or therapist, I'm here to assist in the awakening process. I have found thru my native traditions and other spiritual practices a way that has awakened me if I practice these simple but profound principles. It started with my own searching and as they say "you only teach what you need to learn", thru my own self-discovery I was asked to share with others and have been humbled and honored to do so. In the last 7 years, I have incorporated my team members Tewa, xena and Stormy to assist in healing and opening hearts. These beautiful horses have healed my heart and I am excited to share their profound wisdom and healing abilities with you. We are looking forward to meeting you. Please come and join in this miraculous healing journey back to your true self with the assistance and guidance of Native American teachings and the sentient herd. Leave Desert Awakenings with the rememberance and peace of mind that you know what is best for you. When you discover your spirit you are able to see the spirit in others, henceforth having more compassion, making this world a better one.

08/23/2026

The Ancestors Still Ride

My grandmother said the old ones never truly leave us;
they only learn to travel where our eyes cannot follow.
Their wisdom returns when the night grows quiet,
and the heart is humble enough to listen.

We are born carrying more than our own name.
Inside us live unfinished songs,
promises made beside ancient fires,
and footsteps that still remember the earth.

When I lose my way, I do not ask for an easier road.
I ask for the courage to recognize the right one.
The ancestors taught that strength is not possession,
but knowing what must be protected and passed on.

So I keep their teachings close,
like a small fire guarded through winter,
trusting that what was loved with honor
will never disappear from this world.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera

08/12/2026

Across the Open Prairie

I ride where the earth has no walls,
where the horizon stretches
like an ancient story
without an ending.

Beside me,
the horse carries more than my weight
it carries the silence
of those who once crossed this land
beneath the same wide sky.

The wind pulls at my hair,
and I let it.

It knows the names
I have forgotten.

It moves through the grass
like a voice from long ago,
whispering

Keep going.

So we ride.

Across the golden prairie,
past rivers that remember
every hoofbeat,
past mountains standing quietly
like elders watching over us.

The sun burns softly
against my face.

I think of my ancestors,
of their hands upon this earth,
of their prayers rising
with the smoke of evening fires.

I carry them with me.

Not as sorrow,

but as strength.

The prairie teaches me
that freedom is not
the absence of hardship.

It is the courage
to keep moving
when the road disappears.

The horse runs faster.

My heart follows.

Behind us,
the dust closes our footprints,
but I do not fear being forgotten.

The earth remembers.

The wind remembers.

The rivers remember.

And somewhere beneath
the endless grass,

our stories are still breathing.

So let us ride,
my faithful companion,

until the last light
touches the hills,

until the sky turns gold,

until we become
nothing more than two shadows
moving gently across the land

free beneath the Great Sky,
and carried home
by the ancient wind.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

07/30/2026

Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is stop pushing. 🌿

The horse doesn't rush healing.
It doesn't demand answers.
It doesn't ask you to be stronger, better, or more resilient than you are today.

Instead, it invites you to pause.

To listen.
To breathe.
To notice what your body has been trying to tell you all along.

In the quiet presence of a horse, many people discover that healing isn't about becoming someone new.

It's about returning to who you were before the world taught you to hide.

- The Way of The Horse 🤍 🐴

07/24/2026

The beauty of horseback riding… One of my favorite quotes. I’m not sure where it’s from but I ❤️ it!

07/18/2026

Some women are not lost.
They're simply being called in a new direction. 🌙🐴

There comes a moment when the path you have always walked begins to feel unfamiliar.

Not because you have lost your way.
But because your soul has quietly outgrown it.

You may feel restless.
Drawn towards something you cannot yet name.

You may find yourself craving silence, nature, the moon, the earth beneath your feet...

A return to something ancient within you.
And perhaps this is not confusion.

Perhaps it is remembrance.
The woman you were before the world told you who to be is still there.

Waiting beneath the noise.
Waiting beneath the expectations.
Waiting for you to hear her.

The horse knows this place.
The space between worlds.

Between who you have been and who you are becoming.

They do not ask you to hurry.
They do not ask you to explain.
They simply stand beside you at the threshold.

And somehow, in their presence, you begin to remember...

You were never lost.
You were being called home to yourself.
🌙🐴✨

07/15/2026

Only from the heart
can you touch the sky.
Rumi

Forever Cowgirl ♥️

06/30/2026

There are moments in life when the world becomes unbearably heavy.

The phone stops ringing. The room feels emptier than it ever has before. You smile because people expect you to, yet inside you're quietly falling apart. In those moments, most words lose their meaning.

Then a horse walks closer.

Not because someone told it to.

Not because it understands every detail of your pain.

But because it senses something your voice could never explain.

That is the quiet miracle of horses.

They don't offer advice. They don't ask you to "move on." They don't tell you that tomorrow will be better. They simply stand beside you until your breathing slows, until your tears become lighter, until your heart remembers that it is still capable of hope.

Some people spend a lifetime searching for someone who truly sees them.

Horse lovers often find that soul standing on four legs.

A horse doesn't care how successful you are, how much money you have, or how many mistakes you've made. It doesn't measure your worth by your achievements. It measures you by your kindness, your patience, and the honesty in your touch.

That is why their friendship changes us forever.

They teach us that strength is gentle.

That trust cannot be demanded—it must be earned.

That silence can heal more deeply than a thousand perfect speeches.

When life pushed me into my darkest hours, I expected someone to rescue me with the right words.

Instead, healing arrived with warm breath against my forehead, soft eyes that never judged me, and a heartbeat so calm it reminded mine how to keep going.

Perhaps that is why losing a horse leaves such an impossible emptiness.

Because they never loved the version of us we tried to show the world.

They loved the broken parts we tried so hard to hide.

And somehow, without saying a single word, they made us believe those broken pieces were still worthy of love.

If you have ever rested your forehead against a horse and felt the weight of the world become just a little lighter, then you already understand.

Some friendships don't begin with conversations.

They begin with trust.

They grow through quiet mornings, muddy boots, shared sunsets, and countless moments that no photograph could ever fully capture.

And when everything else feels uncertain, one gentle soul beside you can become the reason you find the strength to stand again.

Sometimes the hand you prayed for...

Arrives with a hoof instead.

06/25/2026

Where Breath Becomes Hoof and Heart

She leans into the silence of the world,
where blue winds sleep inside the skin of stone.

A white spirit stands before her—
not animal, not dream, but remembering.

Their foreheads touch like ancient prayers
that never needed language to survive.

Between them, time loosens its grip,
becoming dust of sky and drifting light.

The horse breathes her sorrow inward,
and returns it as calm snowfall of trust.

She offers no command, no need to own—
only the quiet language of presence.

In her hands, the world learns gentleness,
as if softness were the oldest law.

The ancestors move through the horse’s mane,
woven in currents of invisible song.

Each strand carries a forgotten name
that still knows how to return home.

She remembers a bond older than roads,
older than the carving of borders.

Friendship here is not spoken—it is felt,
like rivers recognizing the sea.

The horse closes its eyes in her stillness,
and the universe exhales slowly.

Nothing is held, yet nothing is lost—
only transformed through shared breath.

And in that sacred, wordless meeting,
the earth itself learns how to love again.

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