Stepped into a storybook scene along the trail of #Jeju southern coastline. 💕🌊🐚 Sitting together & watching the waves crash, the sand blow in hypnotizing patterns, the gulls swoop in for a landing . . . . it was absolutely breath-taking and soothing

Stepped into a storybook scene along the trail of #Jeju southern coastline. 💕🌊🐚 Sitting together & watching the waves crash, the sand blow in hypnotizing patterns, the gulls swoop in for a landing . . . . it was absolutely breath-taking and soothing

My life during the coronavirus — stranded on the most beautiful island I’ve ever seen. It’s so soothing here!
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I’m living on the set of every WW2 south pacific film of the 1950s and it’s beautiful. . . The movies don’t do the scenery justice!

. . . Chinese wuxia often portrays the ghost or demon kingdom – living in the rocky, molten mountains of the underworld. This volcanic rock meadow flowing into the sea was filled with purple and white algae, seashells, and watery pools

Jeongbang Falls in Jeju Island! 🌈🗻 Apparently a Chinese envoy from centuries ago visited and wrote X was here’ on the rocks beside it 😂 It’s so beautiful guys 😭 I loved it!
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Visited Samyang Black Sand Beach 🌴🌊! The black sand comes from slowly eroded volcanic 🗻 materials (lava, basalt, etc.) Here it mixes in with the white ocean sand for a gorgeous combination! Super soft & warm too!





In the cool of the twilight sun . . . . along the Han River in Seoul.
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I love fountains – to be honest I just love water-based scapes of any kind – rainy days, the ocean, the great lakes, . . . water soothes my spirit ❤

#Lotus Blossoming in the #Fall. According to legend, Buddha once told a story: Like the #waterlily, there are three kinds of people in the world.
The first are those who long to bloom but become swallowed in the filthy circumstances that surround them. They never rise above the mud.
The second are those who struggle for a time – reaching for the Sun that is just beyond their fingertips. But eventually they surrender to their own weaknesses. They rise above the mud but never above the water.
The last are the blooming lilies. Those are the ones that rose above the world’s destructive influences and battled their own hearts and minds until finally they grew. Out of the mud, above the water. They bloom, revealing to all the glorious potential that always resided inside.
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We are all a blooming lily – I hope that you have risen to show your flowering heart to the world!
