When opportunity beckons persons to a good conversation ... eternity stands still.
I am huddled away in the mountains of Negros Occidental. It is ironic but after about 4 hours of ascent, I find myself nestled in a quiet and sacred vista fronting the spectacle of a beach-themed sunset.
It is in this backdrop that I met a celebrated florist of Asia. In more than an hour of fascinating anecdotes shared through the ambiance of rustling breeze and enchanting waves, I was granted the privilege to pray for a man who was called to beautify heaven with floral wonder.
I will never forget Antonio. He promised to cross-stitch paradise at Nabulao Resort whenever my youngest daughter ties the knot.
Not in the near future, perhaps ... but soon enough for a bloom.