Jump In With Jacob

There’s a certain rhythm to life in the Burdekin—one I’m only just starting to catch. One moment you’re at a morning tea hearing stories that stop you in your tracks—the next, you’re standing in a cane field watching the sky catch fire to the sound of a cheering crowd and a roaring blaze.

In the past couple of weeks alone, I’ve seen this community in celebration, in reflection, and—maybe most importantly—in conversation. From the solemn honesty of the DV Awareness Morning Tea to the sparks and spectacle of Sweet Days Hot Nights, the region continues to reveal new layers. There’s no single tone that defines it, more just people turning up, again and again, for each other. I guess thats the rhythm.

Settling into the role, I’ve been grateful for the reception—not just polite nods or quick handshakes, but real conversations and a level of openness that, honestly, caught me a bit off guard. In the best way.

I’ve also been grateful for the warm reception from community leaders and colleagues—proof that strong relationships can quickly form with a little humility and a lot of listening.

So as I wrap up another week in the Burdekin, I’m beginning to feel a little more like a local, a little less like the new guy with the camera. The people here make that part easy.

Cheers!

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