All the seasons have a purpose and meaning beyond what we can ever know.

I love walking along the shore of the lake in all seasons. Everything is fresh and beautiful and no two days are ever alike. Each moment is a separate infinity. Each breath I take is a new life. White tundra swans were on the still grey blue lake this week. They were floating in this quiet scene, gliding softly like figurines on a mirror. The sky was low with mist lying on snow covered cobalt blue mountains. Wet sand beneath my boots. A dog barking way in the distance. The swans were resting on their migration. They stretched their wings to preen, long necks gracefully arched.

How do they know to come here each year when the mist is low and the lake still as glass? A mystery of nature. At the same time as my camera was clicking some pics of this scene, across the continent there was another scene. An airplane, a US Airways silver bird was floating quietly on the Hudson River in New York, people standing on outstretched wings. The world has parallels we do not know. All is one, one is all.

Do not think we are in control. We control nothing. Our schemes and plans amount to nothing. The creator is in control. All we can do is behave according to our wisest knowledge, our best intentions, our true and loving nature and don't worry about the rest. The creator has already created our futures. Why do I put this on a Criss Angel blog? I think my blog has a message for Criss, for me, and for everyone. These are only my thoughts. Be true to myself - be true to yourself and find the path. Love you.

Lou