I’m not religious. Not in the least.
However, there are some places that spur one into belief; that provide a glimpse of the divine.
The ancient Balinese weren’t that far off the mark when they decided to worship their mountain, Gunung Agung, as a deity. I recall being stirred into an other-worldly sort of trance-reverie in neighboring Lombok on a clear day, when I caught sight of the Holy Mountain in the distance, wreathed with clouds, suffused with an unspeakable power. I captured the view with my camera.
As I set off on my day-long flight halfway across the globe this evening, I shall dream of Gunung Agung, and inadvertently pray to it for good weather and skies free from turbulence.
But I am not religious. Not in the least.
Maybe slightly superstitious… Perhaps. I am Southeast Asian, after all.
© Kennie Ting