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Ocean Bridge Diaries: Jay Matsushiba

“The Edge of the World” became a meeting place, where the edges of my world collided with another

  • Aug 14, 2018
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Haida Gwaii is often called the “Edge of the World.” It certainly felt that way as I gazed from the shoreline over the ocean to the edge of the horizon. The “Edge of the World” for me initially invoked images of a place pristine, unclaimed and unexplored: a desolate frontier. As soon as I arrived though, I started to learn that despite Haida Gwaii’s isolation and expansive wilderness, the islands were anything but untouched.

The Haida people, living in large, complex and vibrant communities, have made these islands their home for tens of thousands of years. Dozens of village sites dot the coastline, and we were fortunate to visit a few.

We took a cold, wet boat ride to K’yuusda Llnagaay. Raven-Ann Potschka generously toured us around and shared the history of the place. There were dugouts and posts for longhouses, remnants of a village once thousands strong. Mortuary poles, housing the remains of chiefs high off the ground, stood tall, despite the centuries of relentless winter storms. The moss was taking over, crawling up the poles and blanketing the ancient village site. I stood in the place where a lively community once existed, with sophisticated governments, cultural beliefs and impressive ocean-going technology. As I listened to Raven-Ann’s words, I felt as if I was travelling back in time, seeing it as it must have looked here just a few hundred years ago.


May 30 – June 3 East Beach in Naikoon Provincial Park ——————————————————————————- I completed my first solo wilderness backpacking trip, hiking almost the entire 90 km length of the park. For most of the hike, I was completely alone, having not seen another person for three of those days. Along the way, I was threatened by a feral cow, walked in on dozens of eagles feasting on a deer and raced the tides. I have never felt more isolated, yet I saw signs of our society’s mark on nature everywhere. There were fishing nets, buoys, car tires, plastic bottles, tarps and more washed up along the entirety of East Beach. Even more threatening are the microplastics, resulting from the break up of plastics in the ocean, that can eventually enter into our food, water and air. Over the course of my two weeks in Haida Gwaii so far, I have been captivated by the beauty of the place and inspired by the resilience of the people. The communities here are affected by pollution that is little fault of their own. We need to change our consumer habits and reduce our consumption of single-use plastics, as well as call for tougher regulations from our government to lighten our environmental impact. From pipelines to plastic bags, we need to change our lives and the world. Thank you to #OceanBridge for giving me the opportunity to visit Haida Gwaii and connect with other youth across the country on ocean conservation efforts. I believe we are the #LeadersToday and we will change our world for the better! ——————————————————————————-

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At the Haida Heritage Centre in Skidegate, the sounds of drums echoed between the Haida artifacts and art pieces hanging from walls and in glass cases. My friends Alex A. and Cohen were drumming and singing beautiful songs of their people, Alex in Inuktitut and Cohen in Haida. Two communities, thousands of kilometres apart, yet alike in their incredible resilience
and strength, meeting at the “Edge of the World:” the beating heart in the rhythm of the drums transcended distance and time.

Alex A. brought a giant Arctic Char into the longhouse. She had already gifted one to Barbara Wilson, a Haida Elder, and another to the Haida Watchmen. These fish were brought all the way from Pond Inlet, Alex’s hometown. We gathered around on the floor in the centre of the longhouse, as Alex showed us how to cut and prepare the char. I held and sliced through the cold fish. We cut each slice into smaller chunks and ate the fish, still raw and frozen. It tasted incredible, fresh and life-giving.

One morning, I woke up to a French lesson happening just outside my room. Chúk, another friend in the program, was leading an introductory lesson. His love for the French language was contagious and I felt that many of us were catching it too. We laughed as we told jokes in French and English. We sipped orange juice and ate our bowls of cereal as we connected to another part of our Canada.

The “Edge of the World” began to mean something different to me. Rather than a desolate, lonely island, the “Edge of the World” became a meeting place. A meeting place where the edges of my world collided with another’s. Thanks to the Ocean Bridge program, so many paths that may have never crossed were put on a collision course, changing lives forever.

The quiet “Edge of the World” became the focal point of our lives, where we soaked up experiences and gave a part of ourselves to one another. Who I am and who I will become has changed forever; my trajectory aimed towards a better future.

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