Beautiful Byron Bay

Welcome to Byron Bay: Cheer Up, Slow Down, Chill Out | Art Therapy with Kimberly

I’ve moved to a little hippy town called Byron Bay.

It’s the only place I’ve ever been where people actually rely on hitchhiking for transportation, where dolphins swim freely alongside surfers and hangouts consist of singing songs together on the guitar or discussing everything from philosophy to environmental sustainability.

Byron Bay is the kind of place that pulls your creativity to the surface like a magnet. Not only is it visually spectacular with luscious mountains and serene beaches, the people live completely harmoniously with the abundant native wildlife. Dolphins feel so comfortable and unthreatened by human activity that they use these waters to teach their young how to swim. It’s the kind of place you’d read about in an adventure novel; where the protagonist stumbles upon a small, unconventional hippy town and begins to break free from the shackles of modern day life, truly discovering himself in the process. It attracts people with a radical sense of adventure and individuality, the sorts of people that you read about who say what they want to do and then go do it. The kind of people who live in humble homes or tiny tents or even in the back of their car. They live and breathe saltwater and sunshine and are more in tune with nature than anyone I’ve ever known.

Being here makes my soul feel like it’s being aired out, allowing Byron’s energy to engulf and saturate me. This little hippy town has already changed me. Not in an explosive sense but rather a slow and deliberate transformation. It’s so beautiful and refreshing and so incredibly healing for me.

I’m so grateful to call this place home…

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