All posts by Paul Cipywnyk

The Ghost of Marugame Castle

Yumi playing the role of The Ghost of Marugame Castle, on Shikoku Island, Japan, a few weeks ago.

I’ve never heard of a Ghost of Marugame, but Yumi makes a pretty good one. . .

I am aware that some castle construction sites in Japan do have ghosts in the form of labourers who were tossed down into pits or well shafts as sacrifices, hundreds of years ago  . . .

yumi ghost marugame castle shikoku japan

yumi keys to marugame castle
Dang, I thought I left the keys to the castle in here somewhere. . .

Lots of Fry, Caddisfly Larvae in Byrne Creek

On our morning walk today we spotted salmonid fry of at least two species/sizes, and Yumi also came across a bunch of caddisly larvae.

caddisfly larvae byrne creek burnaby
A mess of caddisfly larvae. Cool!


I love how they build homes for themselves out of bits of woody debris and tiny stones.

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dead raptor byrne creek burnaby bc
Yumi also spotted this dead raptor. Unfortunately it was across a deep pool from us so we couldn’t reach it for closer inspection. It’s not too often that you come across sights like this, for nature’s cleanup crews are fast and efficient.

SFU Ecopsychology Workshop at Lynn Canyon

Had a great day in and around the Lynn Canyon Ecology Centre. I participated in a Simon Fraser University workshop on Ecopsychology — Experiential, Nature and Place-Based Learning.

Thanks to instructor Daniella Roze for her thoughtful, grounded training, and great techniques for reconnecting people, and particularly kids, to nature.

While she was not able to arrange for someone from local First Nations to welcome us, we acknowledged traditional lands and the impacts of colonialism.

We had a chance to try basket-weaving and braiding using local plants.

meditation tree lynn canyon

This is the magnificent tree I chose for my individual meditation period. I lay on my back with the tree’s roots cradling my head, and contemplated the crown gently swaying in the breeze.

My thoughts were that viewed horizontally at human level, the tree looked so deeply rooted, mature, strong and still, and yet looking up with my body stretched on the earth, I could see the trunk bending with the wind and the crown dancing youthfully in the breeze.

It was diminishing yet uplifting to think this tree had been here long before I was born, and with good fortune, will be here much longer after I am gone.