Rainy Day

It's Sunday, it's raining and gray. I am feeling slow sluggish and reflective. I wish I could mine these things out of me and tell others what is going on within me, (as if I know) . It is a time of tumbling and feeling squeezed, as if life itself is try to grow a new skin, I wonder if a snake feels like this as it sheds its old skin, and as the new one emerges. Maybe that is the term I need to think about today, I am shedding this skin, this old life I have been living for twenty something years. Yea, I like that. Are you shedding a skin? tell me about it.
Also today I was looking at some pictures of where some children in the world sleep. The one photo that really sticks with me, and there were many, was the picture of just a mattress, on the ground in a field. On this mattress it was told that a family of five sleeps there, at the edge of a field, on the cold ground. Contrast that with the family who owns three homes in various places arounnd the world. One home in New York city, one in Spain and one in the tropics. The unbalance of it all. Isn't that what this world just trying to balance out? Not the people, but the world.