Beautiful Byron Bay mesmerised me yet again with her alluring magic.
The ocean sang to me a serene song of bliss and wonder. I dreamt of being a mermaid while floating on her soothing blue blanket of love.
I witnessed the glorious sunrise by the edge of the majestic lighthouse perched above a giant cliff face, powerful ocean waves swirled and crashed below me as the sun opened its arms and welcomed me to a new day.
On the beach I sat and smiled as I watched happy people walk with a belonging alongside this sacred land, beside them their faithful four-legged energetic friends played joyfully.
I saw a beach shack built among the boulders made only by what nature had provided, driftwood and palm leaves, and decorated with an array of things that had washed up on the shore, and of things that had been lost or left behind.
The hut belonged to no one, yet built with love for everyone to just simply enjoy.
I read the notes people had left behind for all to read hanging on streamers cascading over a tree. The inscriptions were heartfelt, pure and innocent.
Messages of love, meaning, and of life. So much love I read with grace, that tears came to my eyes, what a magical place.
I was sure that some of them were meant for me, and made me realise how happy I could be. I left Byron with a heavy heart, but I did not leave the magic behind. I took some of it with me. I promised to keep it safe and warm as I gently placed it within my heart.
Jacqueline Pepi, Carina Heights, Brisbane
