the ‘peace gets personal’ blog

As a recovering global nomad, this periodic blog helps me to process the messy, ongoing journey of coming ‘home’ to the USA. This is where peace gets personal.

  • On Language and Speechlessness

    Ten days ago, my mother and I visited the museum of the Squaxin Island Tribe at their small reservation just outside Olympia.  The museum is an impressive facility, designed to spatially represent the seven native groups that lived around seven nearby saltwater inlets.  There was a lot to learn, but one thought in particular has…

  • Sacred Spaces

    The word ‘sacred’ has cropped up often this month. Or maybe this word has always been prominent, and I’ve been slow to notice it. I attended a powwow orientation class through the Episcopal Diocese, where I learned that the space inside of a talking circle is sacred. So are the sage, cedar, tobacco and sweet…

  • The Whulge

    I’m a Whulger now. Just a beginner, but a Whulger nonetheless. I have joined the Whulgers, a loose group of Vashon Island residents who swim in the Puget Sound, otherwise known as the Whulge. When the Whulgers gather, the big topic of conversation is the water temperature. It’s now hovering a little above 50° Fahrenheit…

  • In Memoriam

    This week the USA celebrated Memorial Day, the annual event in which we remember our fallen soldiers. I have very deep concerns about militarization, especially when it comes to US foreign policy. Yet I cannot overlook the fact that Native Americans have served in impressive numbers in the US armed forces. A high percentage of…