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