Deadman's Beach

I feel like a survivor on a lost island. It's so, so quiet. Just the sound of the crashing waves, the majesty of the cliff-side rocks, the squeaky white sand in between my toes. Ahhhhh.
The stillness of it all sometimes frightens me. But it fades away just as quickly as it appears when I behold the unspoiled beauty of the island’s coast. It is in these moments that I feel an indescribable peace and tranquillity. It is as if I have an understanding with God – that we are just walking together. I can stop trying to ask Him for things. It’s not about that, really. It’s about enjoying His presence, listening to His still, small voice, and yes, talking when I feel like talking. But oftentimes, it is just in my thoughts that I talk with God.

I feel so free – free from distractions, free from technology, free from the urban life, free from people’s expectations, free from the world’s lusts and demands. Free. It is beautiful, sweet liberation. I can taste it, in the twinge of sea-saltiness on my lips after a cool dip in the temperate azure waters. I can smell it, in the freshness of the morning air, heavy with the dew of the jungle, yet evaporating just as quickly after dawn in the balmy heat of the glorious Queensland sun. I can feel it, in the powder-fine white sands that squeak under my feet as I jog leisurely along the coast. I can hear it, in the silence of the island air, in the almost-hypnotic distant crashing of turquoise surf, in the singing of the crickets and jungle wildlife at night. It is breath-taking – every moment.

A gorgeous sight to behold. I felt utterly alone when I hiked past this dead, dried-up tree. It was such a striking sight!
The life.
Ahhh, people!!!! Two other people!!!! (I literally squealed with relief when I saw there were at least two other lone adventurous somewhere out there in the open - ahead of me!)
The sands of Stradbroke Island were so, so white and fine. The result - a lot of squeaky sounds beneath your feet as you walk along the coast!


Can anyone even begin to adequately describe the reality of such pure blissful beauty? Such wonders do exist!

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Wayfarers walk by faith and dream with eyes wide open. Living simply, they go places, break barriers, embrace people, and build bridges. They're cool if things go wrong; it's the journey that counts. They like being on their own, but love the company of like-minded people anytime! Wayfarers love to hang with the locals, make music in unusual places, and share stories. They're creative about ways to touch the world both on the home turf and on the road. Wayfarers are on the life-long odyssey of discovery with hearts anchored in Faith, Hope and Love.

 

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Hello, my name is Janielle, a 23 year-old muso based in Melbourne. Join me on my unpredictably audacious quest to embrace people of peace in tough places, use music to inspire creative education, spark spiritual conversations that challenge the status quo, and collaborate with like-minded young people to catalyze passion for Jesus' mission of reconciliation through acts of justice, truth and compassion among the young & free. Being a nomad at heart, I find ‘home’ when I stay with people on the ground, encounter the culture & discover what life's like for others. One Life | One Love | One Legacy.

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