Ever since I was a child, organizing has always been something special to me. I was about 12 years old when my grandfather passed away, and I helped my father organize his things. It was a healing process – sad because of the goodbye, but happy because of the action and the teamwork with my father. Since then, “organizing and arranging” has meant honoring things and people, an act that transcends the material and becomes a way of organizing life itself, which never stops and keeps moving forward.

           On the other hand, my mother taught me a different view of order: the importance of thinking systematically and following steps to achieve a goal. While we were organizing things around the house or in the library, she would count: “1, 2, 3, 4…” and we would move on. We would clear the table, put everything in its place, or create a balanced library where many books coexisted with carefully placed ornaments and memorabilia.

           Over time I became interested and learned…