Where is my mind?

The Pixies seem to be asking the question that I've been wondering about for the past...well, three months or so.  Where is my mind?  Times of radical transition in life are not always conducive to clarity of mind and focus for some of us, and it feels like I've done nothing but transition since the end of July.  First, it was leaving Iowa to move back to Chicago.  Then, the insane first month back of reconnecting with people, and flying down to Texas long enough to say hi and then coming back, and forming a new community that then was scattered across the world for a year, and guest preaching, and tying up loose ends with paperwork and such for first call...while trying to figure out what I feel called to do for that first call, which entailed extra paperwork as an application went in to Global Mission.  Then, right as a relationship ended (largely due to the paperwork going in to Global Mission), school and worked began anew...but there was no time to get comfortable, because I left two weeks into the semester to spend two weeks in Colombia, just in time to get back for reading week.  In some ways, it feels like the semester has only now gotten started.  I can finally be here now.


But...my mind hasn't caught up yet.  It's still in Webster County, and a million places in Chicago other than the black building at 55th and University, and all over the world with the YAGM, and in future places where I might be called but can't yet imagine.  It's why I've struggled to blog for the past few months; I have a million things to say, but my brain is saying them all at once.  I wish my mind would settle the hell down.