macinnongati

or an 'undeviating heart'.

I got up in the night last night panicked by the number of things I have to navigate for the next six weeks. It's a ridiculous state really - not sleeping when you have a lot to do because you really need the sleep in order to do the doing (or something like that). 'Macinnongati' may be what gets me through. I am reading quite fiendishly in preparation for some of these tasks and I'm tasking as I read. One of the things I have to do is prepare an index. It's disturbing me. I am not a methodical person and it seems that this is a task that requires that kind of habit. It's not my way. I'm reading a chapter in the Chicago Manual of Style about how to write an index. It's skilled work. I'm afraid to begin. 'Macinnongati'. I know I want to reach the destination beyond the index. I know it's important to embrace the indexing practice as part of the journey. My heart sinks. I keep moving.