I have always wanted to know what’s beyond the mountain. As a child living on the edge of Old Pascua, a Yaqui village in Tucson, Arizona, I often enquired as to who lived on the other side of the mountain, and if the people there were like us or different. I was advised to be content with my surroundings, to stay within the safe confines of my familiar reservation and our own people. My grandfather taught me tolerance, understanding, and how to dream. Together we dreamed of a sanctuary for Native American children, a place called Native Images. With my grandfather’s passing the responsibility of making his dream a reality became my mission in life. Over the years our dream began to unfold. Now it is a place which welcomes diversity, respects all cultures and celebrates our differences. Keeping the dream alive has never been an easy undertaking. We still lack land to plant our traditional gardens, and be one with mother earth. There are still many mountains to climb. I do what I do because I am living the dream that was entrusted to me. I climb new mountains each day, and look beyond to where the dream awakens.