We soared above the garden of clouds
With a prayer and on wings of faith
To be near where the angels crowd.
Wuan took that photograph on our way to Penang from KLIA. We were flying somewhere over Perak. As the plane emerged from under the clouds, a carpet of feathery white greeted us. We could almost feel the fluff under our feet, white and cottony as far as our eyes could see. The cerulean ceiling stretched into infinity, infusing in us a sense of interminable tranquillity.
“We are in heaven,” Wuan remarked.
Indeed, for a moment it felt as if we were, and I wondered if I could see Mum up there. That was only the week after I had interred Mum’s ashes. The grief was still very intense then. As I looked out the window, I really wished I could see Mum somewhere out there amongst the clouds for just one more time.
Greetings Peter,
I just surfed in from… can’t exactly remember the trail, actually! My neighbour’s name is also Peter Tan, and I thought this was his blog.
May I say that I greatly admire your courage, independence and spunkiness. You must have heard that a lot, so I hope it didn’t sound too trite coming from me 🙂
Baked potato – I love spuds with tuna mayo too, also with egg mayo and cheese&pickle fillings. That last one may sound like an expectant woman’s craving (I’m a guy by the way), but it’s actually quite good – u should try it.
Hello et,
Peter Tan is a common name. Google will tell you that. Now you already know two.
Incidentally, I am having baked potatoes for lunch but I did not want to have the usual tuna filling. Your comment came in and voila! Baked potato with egg mayo, and they are just as delicious. Thank you.
This is a late comment hey, the pic sure looks like one would imagine heaven to be like.
Your words touch my heart,
remember your mum is still very much a part of you
as you are a part of her.
tcz
Sweetspirit,
Indeed she is.