We are a motley crew of ten as we set out on a sunny February morning, walking north toward the Whetstone Mountains of Arizona. Our leader, Sister Judy, carries her cell phone and her eyes are glued to the GPS, keeping us on track. She is our tracking bloodhound, nose to the ground, and we are the trusting sheep, silently hoping she knows what she is doing. The sun and temperature are rising, and we don’t want to get lost.

We are searching for the exact spot where a young woman’s remains were found in 2012, a woman who has never been identified by the Medical Examiner’s office. She is “no identificada.”

Walking along a migrant trail

Walking in the steps of a Latina woman

More than 2,000 human remains have been found in the Sonoran desert over the past 15 years. The actual number of bodies is much higher, as many of the lost will never be found.

I think about the official policy of the US Armed Forces, and their “no soldier left behind” code of conduct. This action by our military always seems heroic and somehow holy to me. No soldier’s body will be left on a battlefield. We will find them and bring them home. It is a sacred rule.

The cross with the tuna can sunflower

   Tom Flemming creates a cross with a tuna can sunflower

And yet here we are on this starkly beautiful desert landscape, where thousands of bodies have been left to rot, their bones torn asunder by the wild creatures of this land. Because they didn’t have the correct papers. It is a killing field.

On this journey we are a group of many faiths, many beliefs: an Episcopal priest, a Yaqui holy man, two nuns, a few lapsed Catholics, a non-believer or two, and some social activists. One man carries a cross he has created with the words, “No Identificada” carefully painted on the cross bar. A rusted tuna can painted a colorful yellow looks like a sunflower.  The can was most likely dropped by a migrant. It is nailed to the pristine white cross. The tuna can is a talisman of spring.

The mood is upbeat. We are on a mission. We are going to plant this beautiful cross in the desert and acknowledge that this unidentified woman had a life full of meaning, and it tragically ended here on this sacred spot.

Digging into the earth

Digging into the earth

The conversation bounces from topic to topic. Gabriel, our Yaqui friend, carries a backpack with items to use in the desert ceremony. He asks no one in particular, “I wonder where she came from? I wonder where she was heading?”

We trudge along through the dry grasses dodging cholla and prickly pear cactus. The day is warming up, and I keep my eyes and ears attuned to rattlesnakes coming out of hibernation.

My friend, Trudy, from Buffalo, New York, is slowing down in the desert heat. We stop for a drink of water. She asks, “I wonder how she kept going?”

A prickly pear cactus in bloom

A prickly pear cactus in bloom

In my conversations with migrants at el comedor in Nogales, they have shared with me how they kept going. This is what they tell me:

“I was lying on the ground and couldn’t go one more step. My water was gone, and so was my last chocolate bar. I looked up and saw a woman beckoning me to get up and keep walking. I think it was the Virgen de Guadalupe.  Or maybe an angel.”

Some have said, “I heard my young daughter’s voice. She shouted at me to get up and come home.”

One man told me that when he rose from the desert floor, he saw the Border Patrol in the distance. The vision or angel or whomever it was by his side told him not to worry.

The angel said, “You are invisible to the Border Patrol. You can see them; they cannot see you.”

A desert monument

A desert monument

Gabriel listens with interest. He said that when he was a child, his mother taught him to “disappear.”

“This is called shifting,” he said, “and it is something that parents teach their children in my culture.” He chuckled, and told me, “When my mother would call us kids in for supper, we would become stones and rocks. She couldn’t find us. We would disappear. We would shift to a different level of reality. We became invisible.”

“Well, maybe you just remained very still, and your mother couldn’t see you.”

“No,” my Yaqui friend responded. “It was more than that.”

Hiking to a sacred place

Hiking to a sacred place

When we reach the spot where the unknown woman died, we drop our backpacks and set to work. First digging a hole with a post-hole digger, we then collect small rocks and drop them into the cavity along with some cement and water. We carefully place the cross in the shallow pit of cement facing east toward the rising sun.

Standing in a circle around this spot, Gabriel leads us in a simple, profound ceremony of remembrance and hope. He smudges each of us with the smoke of the sweet-smelling sage. We try to focus our thoughts on this moment, and as the blue smoke rises upward enveloping our bodies, we send our prayers to this woman. I have already silently named her the Woman of Whetstone.

Smudging for purification, the Yaqui way

Smudging for purification, the Yaqui way

I try to imagine what she looked like. She was probably wearing jeans and ill-fitting shoes, and perhaps a jacket from one of the aid stations in Naco or Agua Prieta. Maybe I had handed this woman some shampoo and soap at el comedor in Nogales. We are less than a mile from Kartchner Caverns, and I wonder if this woman was trying to make it to the parking lot where there were people. You can see the trucks and cars moving along a highway from where we stand. There is civilization nearby. What was going on in her mind?

The Woman of Whetstone was probably a mother trying to earn enough money for her family. She risked her life to come to this country so she could feed her kids. Dreaming of a steady salary from Burger King or a housekeeping job, she wanted a warm safe bed for her children and food on the table. I would bet my life on it.

Gabriel leads us in a beautiful meditation to focus our intentions. First we face east; this is where the sun rises along with the birth of a new day and new life. Then we face south; this is where the sun warms the earth and seeds grow. This is where life unfolds and emerges. Next we turn to the west;  here the sun sets and old age creeps upon us. Lastly we face the north, where our bodies become cold and life ceases. Here we move on to the next dimension. We raise our faces to the sky and gaze at the heavens;  we kneel on the earth and hold the red desert dust.

Setting the cross near the Whetstone mountains

Setting the cross near the Whetstone mountains

The moment was emotional and transcendent. I think we all felt the presence of the Woman of Whetstone beside us. She was our desert vision, and in a strange way, I felt invisible. No one intruded on our pilgrimage. There were no Border Patrol agents checking us out, no helicopters, no one. We had all entered a different reality out here. The desert will do that.

Just when I felt a bit dizzy from the heat, a small breeze stirred and brought me back to this sacred place.  It was the Woman of Whetstone.

Hiking back to our cars, we were all silent.

Our government has failed us; immigration reform has been a dream just beyond our grasp. But this unknown migrant woman taught us humanitarian compassion. She brought a group of ten strangers together in fellowship and mystery.

She was not left behind.

Woman of Whetstone.  Presente! 

The Whetstone group

The Whetstone group


Alvaro Enciso is an artist in Tucson who has made it his mission to construct a cross for every body found in the Sonoran desert. That means he is creating over 2000 crosses. Thank you Alvaro for your dedication and for your beautiful crosses.  Tom Smelling lives near Douglas, Arizona, and is also constructing crosses for those bodies found in Cochise County.

Peg Bowden has written a book, A Land of Hard Edges, available in most bookstores in southern Arizona, your local library, or

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The Green Valley/Sahuarita Samaritans is a non-profit organization; the mission is to prevent deaths in the desert.  Information and contributions can be directed to:

Kino Border Initiative directs the activities of the comedor in Nogales, Mexico. The mission is to help create a just, humane immigration policy between the United States and Mexico. The website is:

The Border Community Alliance is an exciting new organization in southern Arizona focusing on the economic, cultural and humanitarian needs of the Arizona borderlands. BCA is now a 501 3(c) nonprofit entity. The website is:

~ by Peg Bowden on March 6, 2016.

22 Responses to “THE WOMAN OF WHETSTONE”

  1. Your story made me tear up. Her life lost, except for the humanity of your group who gave her her just goodbye.

  2. Thanks Peg
    I am no longer an objective reader of your writings. I am Spiritually connected to the work you do and the love you put into it. Thanks for capturing the experience and expressing it so well.
    I only wish I could have been there. Chris

  3. Thanks for sharing this Peg, I look forward to reading this and your past blogs.

    I have an exhibit over in the Yuma Art Center you might like to see through April 8th. The opening is this Friday evening. It includes my installation Culpable which critiques Operation Streamline.

    Also, since you are nearby, please make sure you get to the exhibit at the UofA Art Museum to see the Fires of Change exhibition which I curated as well.

    Cheers to you, Shawn!

  4. Such humanity in a place robbed of it. Thank you for bringing us (and my mother) along.

  5. Beautiful, inspiring, haunting post.
    Feel free to have even more magical realism. You have a special eye and a special voice.

    God bless you and the people who inspire me on the Border.
    And God bless the nameless and traceless souls consumed in this Holocaust of blazing, fiery days and soul freezing nights when it is cold beyond endurance and the risk of getting caught makes it too dangerous to light a fire – Dante’s ninth circle of Hell, but with the wrong people in it.

  6. What a beautiful account of such a tragic episode in the History of Humankind. I invite you to visit my blog,, where I too travel the borderlands in search of kindness and love.

  7. Your writing, and your spirit, connect with your readers. Keep writing please and God Bless you and all of those who help you in your endeavors.

  8. The blog was awesome as were the pictures. Sounds like you picked the hottest day in February to make the trek.

  9. It’s a happy day when Peg Bowden takes up her blogging pen again! I have been in the desert with many of these good folks and know how they approached their mission: with humble determination to find a lost woman and give her the dignity of recognition.

  10. So glad you went out to the site where Woman of Whetstone died. It is a sad fact that our desert is a killing field. She is, sadly, one of so many.
    Thank you so much for what you do.

  11. Hi Peg,
    So glad to read your blog once again. I shared it with an old friend who, along with her Episcopal priest husband,spent a year in Guatemala after he retired. I think in the Peace Corp. She enjoyed the blog & expressed appreciation for people like you who care about the migrants and are doing something!

  12. Thank you Peg!! You are one of the few people that I read right away. Susan

  13. So glad that you are back to posting, Peg. Thank you for this spiritual journey to re-connect earth and soul. A reminder that all around us is holy ground.

  14. Thank you, Peg, for bringing a national issue to the fore…Its so easy to forget about the struggle in the desert when one doesn’t live near by. You really bring THE Woman Of Whetstone pilgrimage up close and personal. I felt the heat and isolation of the desert, but most important i felt the spiritual significance of honoring this woman…one of so many. You are an important story teller…I love reading about your work and the work of so many others dedicated to the humble and important task of honoring humanity! Martha

  15. Thanks Martha! On your next trek to the desert, we’ll have to go on a desert walk.

  16. Peg… honoring a fallen sister and all those who do not survive the grueling journey to El Norte is a way to bring us all closer to being one spirit. As fractured as humanity is today, to see you and the rest of your group plant a cross in honor of a woman whose name we do not know acknowledges that she matters. We all matter.
    Rose Borunda, California

  17. Thank you, Peg. I am so grateful that there are people like you and my friend Mary and Tom. You are saints. I’m sure Jesus blesses you every day for your compasion. Thank you again.

  18. Very nice, Peg. I read your book last year and really got a lot out of it.

  19. Love and blessings for all you and your compadres do on a daily basis. Each of you who walk your talk with such compassion and diligence. Thank you, Barbara

  20. Thank you Peggy for sharing what your doing. All we usually hear about are the people hauling drugs. This diffidently sheds a different light. Thank you again.

  21. Thank you, John. Hope to see you at the THS reunion! And happy belated birthday!

  22. Dear peg, I just now see you are in Ashland and a few blocks away giving a presentation…so sorry to miss hearing your voice. I too come from the yaqui tradition though invisible in southern Oregon, I would love to connect with your work and my heart space. Keep the beat sue. Lopez

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