Word of the Hour.
Main Entry: or·ga·nize
Pronunciation: \ˈȯr-gə-ˌnīz\
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s):
or·ga·nized; or·ga·niz·ing
Date:
15th century
transitive verb
Pronunciation: \ˈȯr-gə-ˌnīz\
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s):
or·ga·nized; or·ga·niz·ing
Date:
15th century
transitive verb
1: to cause to develop an organic structure
2: to form into a coherent unity or functioning whole : integrateorganize her thoughts>
3 a: to set up an administrative structure for b: to persuade to associate in an organization ; especially : unionize
4: to arrange by systematic planning and united effort
intransitive verb
1: to undergo physical or organic organization
2: to arrange elements into a whole of interdependent parts
3: to form an organization ; specifically : to form or persuade workers to join a union
2: to form into a coherent unity or functioning whole : integrate
4: to arrange by systematic planning and united effort
intransitive verb
1: to undergo physical or organic organization
2: to arrange elements into a whole of interdependent parts
3: to form an organization ; specifically : to form or persuade workers to join a union
synonyms see order
— or·gan·iz·able \ˌȯr-gə-ˈnī-zə-bəl\ adjective
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There's something empowering about organization.
But--
My mom used to tuck me in every night DISTRACTED. Distracted by fuzz on the ground; clothes out of place. So, while she was saying goodnight prayers with me or even just winding me down in the goodnight-way, she would be picking fuzz off the carpet. Putting my clothes into a neat pile. It used to drive me crazy. Organization was distracting her even though it was giving her peace.
But--
There I was, doing the same thing. Asking her to move my pillows into place, or fix my curtains just-so, so that I could fall asleep in peace-- the peace of organization.
What a neurotic household, right?! :)
I remember the phase of life where I'd live in piles of disorganization. My mom always said I was reactionary to her neatness. Looking back, I know it to be true. The disorder felt freeing.
But tonight, as I rehung clothes, washed dishes, went to a class prepared (all the pre-reading and prep done), ate in a timely matter-- I remembered how freeing organization can be. When everything is in its proper place. Ok, not neurotic or overly fanatical, but just RIGHT.
I love the above definitions from Merriam-Webster Online. I love the idea of "coherent unity" / "a functioning whole" / "an ORGANIC structure".... That's what I want in my life right now....
I loved the section in the movie "Into the Wild" where the book/author was being quoted -- the section about "calling everything by its right name".
May such "organic structure" and "united effort" be at work in my life. Organization.
So... a toast. A toast to the work that brings peace. The doing that brings BEING. Organization. :) and all its results that make it worth it. ... :)
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Just an amendment... >> maybe it's not ironic that the noun "organization" by its very nature means structure that DOES-- that functions/accomplishes. Only by organization (verb) can any organization (noun: a thriving, active group working towards a goal) happen...
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There's something empowering about organization.
But--
My mom used to tuck me in every night DISTRACTED. Distracted by fuzz on the ground; clothes out of place. So, while she was saying goodnight prayers with me or even just winding me down in the goodnight-way, she would be picking fuzz off the carpet. Putting my clothes into a neat pile. It used to drive me crazy. Organization was distracting her even though it was giving her peace.
But--
There I was, doing the same thing. Asking her to move my pillows into place, or fix my curtains just-so, so that I could fall asleep in peace-- the peace of organization.
What a neurotic household, right?! :)
I remember the phase of life where I'd live in piles of disorganization. My mom always said I was reactionary to her neatness. Looking back, I know it to be true. The disorder felt freeing.
But tonight, as I rehung clothes, washed dishes, went to a class prepared (all the pre-reading and prep done), ate in a timely matter-- I remembered how freeing organization can be. When everything is in its proper place. Ok, not neurotic or overly fanatical, but just RIGHT.
I love the above definitions from Merriam-Webster Online. I love the idea of "coherent unity" / "a functioning whole" / "an ORGANIC structure".... That's what I want in my life right now....
I loved the section in the movie "Into the Wild" where the book/author was being quoted -- the section about "calling everything by its right name".
- "For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment, and to call each thing by its right name." "By its right name."
- [written into book] Happiness is only real when shared.
- "To call each thing by its right name. By its right name."
May such "organic structure" and "united effort" be at work in my life. Organization.
So... a toast. A toast to the work that brings peace. The doing that brings BEING. Organization. :) and all its results that make it worth it. ... :)
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Just an amendment... >> maybe it's not ironic that the noun "organization" by its very nature means structure that DOES-- that functions/accomplishes. Only by organization (verb) can any organization (noun: a thriving, active group working towards a goal) happen...
posted by )(( hannah mello ))( @ 9:58 PM
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