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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 captured my attention. The 1854 Treaty of Medicine Creek was the instrument through which the expansive lands of the Squaxin Island, Nisqually and Puyallup Tribes were ceded to the US government in exchange for reservations and hunting/fishing rights. That treaty was not negotiated in the…
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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 grass plants that we received as gifts. And so are the eagle feathers worn by the dancers at that day’s Muckleshoot Powwow. I love this learning, and I soak it in. But, to be honest, I don’t really know what ‘sacred’ means. In my mind,…