Elina’s Journal

“Compared to other cities, the speed of time passing here is very slow.
When measured, it may be the same,
but one minute on Yakushima feels longer than one minute elsewhere.”

- Takuya Tabira Guide Company Tabira, Photographer.Takuya-san, Yakushima resident,
Forest Guide and Photographer.

I’d only ever dreamed I’d experience The world that inspired Mononoke through the Miyazaki magic of animation.
But it’s here on the island of Yakushima, Among the cedars over millennia in age, Enveloped by the soft waves of green, It’s here on this island, I begin to grasp What even three days in here Can do for the human spirit.

The constant hum and effervescence of The city haze
A fleeting memory now It’s the air I notice first, Then the sounds, The birds, the leaves, the monkeys, the deer;
It’s their sounds I notice first,Or maybe it’s just the city’s absence.
They say it rains 400 days a year here, I say it’s worth it for the moss.

I like to say that to walk the land is to know the people,
But to know Takuya-san, It’s the other way around.
Moving to the island to work as a lumberjack, Takuya-san wanted to study the trees.
He’s now a forest guide and photographer. He’s spent the last 26 years in this forest, 300 days of the year— he can’t go to the city.
He says now, he can’t leave.

A motherland, once removed, A mother tongue I can’t speak– It’s through deep forest of Yakushima, Attuned to the presence of ancient Yakusugi, I’m fluent.
In conversation with something more than human, Living and breathing, they speak.
Living and breathing, I listen.

Ko au te whenua,
Ko te Whenua ko au.
“I am the land,
The land is me.”

From the Japanese belief that gods are in everything,
Takuya-san says woodcutters sometimes sense trees warning them not to cut them down. A “sixth sense” he called it.
A sixth sense he tells me he is yet to experience.
7,000 years old— It is Jomon-Sugi who holds claim as the wisest of them all– It’s also Jomon-Sugi, who has a sister of similar age on an island close to my heart.
Tāne Mahuta resides in my home country of Aotearoa, New Zealand; Where Indigenous Maori belief still feels as interwoven as these roots.

Yakushima gives me space and time, time and space enough to comprehend;
It’s so easy to create a disconnect from the things that make us who we are, once removed from our vision.
Moving here to Japan, It’s like coming home to a version of myself I never got to meet.
And Yakushima makes me feel more connected to her than ever before.