Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sometimes

Sometimes it is hard not to be jealous.

That's about it.

Thank you.

;)

Friday, December 11, 2009

What Music Means to Me (Part One of Infinity)

Merry Christmas Everybody!!

I'd like to take a few minutes of your time today to introduce you to a special song and a special person; both have made my life and soul better and more rich.

Below is a YouTube link to my favorite version of "O Holy Night" as performed by The King's Singers with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir last Christmas. What this song does to me, words cannot duly say, but suffice it to say I feel like my heart is expanding and glowing as brightly as the New Star surely did at Our Savior's birth. By minute 4:50 my tears flow unceasingly through to the beautiful end. Someday, after all this Life is over and we're all up in Heaven, I am going to hunt down Adolphe C. Adams(music), Placido Cappeau (text), and Mack Wilberg (this amazing arrangement) and just hug them and tell them ,"Thank you so much for what your talents brought and meant to my life. Thank you for enriching my existence and reminding me of what it meant to have a true and actual Savior be born to us on the Earth. Your music and words made it real to me, and helped my testimony and my actions to be more True."

I love this music so much that I even listen to it when it's not Christmas time. If ever I am feeling low, this is now the song I turn to in my hour of need. Something about me already being on my knees in prayer strikes a particular chord within me as I hear the words

"Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices.
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born..."

And there really were angel voices to be heard that night so long ago. We are told in the Bible that heavenly concourses of angels sang at Jesus' birth. I had the opportunity and blessing to know one of the women who made up those concourses. Her name was Carol Lisa Jensen. Carol more than any other person in my life taught me the truest meanings of Christmas. Everyone who knew her knew how she felt about Christmas. She made it a point to make sure they did through her decorations, music, gift giving and candy making alone. I used to think she just did it because it was fun and she could. But I found out just what it meant to her one night when she pulled me aside to share her patriarchal blessing with me. I was preparing to receive my own blessing soon, and Carol felt prompted to share hers with me as she and I had been blessed to share a special mother/daughter bond with each other. I remember the feeling of honor I felt to have her share her blessing with me, and as I read I realized with wondering awe just who's presence I shared. You see, Carol really was a Christmas Angel. Her patriarchal blessing specifically spoke of her being present to sing at the Savior's birth. She was there and her Life thereafter continued to echo her special witness to His birth in all she did.

My angelic Carol has since passed away, and I am tempted to say the World is poorer for it, but that would be a lie, as she left it far, far better than she had found it. My tribute to Carol this Christmas Season is this song. I haven't forgotten you, Carol, and the Music we both love still finds my heart with you each Christmas. I still "hear your angel voice" in this song.

Please take a moment and listen to this beautiful music.
I know it's a video clip, but try just listening for the full effect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcC2LUIdLKs

(Apologies if you have to cut and paste this link to get it to work.
I am still not used to this Mac computer...)

Love,
Autumn



Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Some Truths Hurt, and It's Okay

Over the past several months, and as recently as yesterday, I have had several people tell me what they honestly thought of me, and it was not pleasant. Now let me preface this by saying two things:
  1. I am not telling you this to garner unwarranted pity.
  2. These were people who love me and still want to have relationships with me.

As good people, we are always exorting those in our lives to be honest with us, aren't we? Those of you with children probably teach this topic constantly as there are so many different ways to be honest and dishonest that a well mannered kid these days needs to know about. I don't have kids, but I do tell those in my life that I always want them to be honest with me. And I really do, even when it hurts me. I might even go so far as to say especially when it hurts me. Not because I am a sadist or because my vanity is thick enough to protect my heart from Truth's ravages. Rather, because I really care about those in my Life, and I want them to feel valued by me. If they do not feel valued something needs to change, and it cannot change unless those in my life are honest with me. Yes? Yes.

Honesty is something that sounds easy enough, yet can, and frequently does, require great amounts of courage to bring forth-especially to those who you feel under value you. We might think, "Why bother setting the record straight with that person when they don't really care about me, my feelings or my Life anyway?" While that is understandable, it allows for a pocket of resentment to form and fester. If left unattended, this puss pocket of resentment will become raw enough that the least brush against it will cause an erruption. Trust me. And to the person we errupt against, it may make us look a bit over-the-top since to them it was just a "brush by", and they cannot fathom what would cause such an eruption! Can I get an "Amen!"? I think we have all been there and done that, literally.

Honesty entails an accompanying responsibility we hold when we have been offended. We are responsible for communicating to those around us how we feel. If we do not speak, we cannot clear the air, and consequently neither can the offending party. Honesty then becomes the proverbial "two way street", with responsibility living on both sides of the street.

But enough of that for now. You all get what I'm saying I think. What I wanted to get to was the part where those in my life ponied up and told me truthfully what they thought of me. I want to acknowlege the guts it took to tell me the things they felt. I think especially in today's world of political correctness, and morals like"if-you-kill-a-fly-you-are-a-bad-person", we can feel it is not always even right to make another person feel momentarily uncomfortable, even if it is for a good reason. Now, I am all about equal rights for all, and all that jazz, but that is an entirely different subject. We are talking about Honesty as an action word, and Courage as its BFF. I deeply admire and love those of you who make an exerted effort to be honest with me. Thank you!

I believe I mentioned it in my most recent post, but I have for the most part lived my life by making choices based in fear. I know I come off as overly confident, but when it comes down to making decisions and balancing responsibilities and others' expectations I get major anxiety. Major. I tell you this so you don't think I callously expect Honesty and Courage from others if I do not make the same efforts in my own life. I get anxiety over the littlest things, and frequently allow my anxieties to prevent me from following through on things I want/need/have to do. So I can understand if others may get anxiety, too, at the thought of what it would mean to confront or present someone with a hidden truth. I totally get that.

We never know what it may have taken for a person to get up the courage to express a truth, and I hope we can appreciate that fact even if the Truth isn't always appetizing to swallow. Would we rather live in an imagined blissful ignorance, or would we like to know the truth and work to "own" what it means? I am serious. I have come to appreciate that many, many people would rather not know the truth. This makes me sad...and it will eventually depress them as well, even if they do not tangibly understand why.

Living in Truth allows us to be free. Yes, it will require more effort and understanding, but it will also be satisfying and a source of true bliss. Truth allows us all to move forward. Truth removes doubts and insecurities. Truth is a state in which to Live and not just a thing to be with ourselves and others.

My friends and loved ones, I did not write all these things about Truth and Honesty to preach at you and then just jump off my soap box and walk away. There is purpose in the things I write like you cannot believe! I mean these things very much and I want only to express the things I have learned by talking about how I have learned them. Sometimes the truthful things are the things that ache the most, but there is always a way to clean the wound as soon as we know it is there. If I have learned nothing else by going through these experiences, it is that Hope abounds where Truth is found-regardless of which type of Truth it is: happy, sad, angry, misunderstood, hidden, blatant, forgotten and the like.

I will leave you with these last thoughts on Honesty. When breaking an unpleasant Truth, make an effort to be gentle. Let the Truth sink in before just plowing ahead in an effort to "get it over with". Take and make the time to get it right. Try not to let anger choose your words and actions. Remember, we are responsible, too, for our Truths.

And lastly, give yourself the permission to set things straight even if you know the process may not be pleasant. Most of the bad things we expect do not go as badly in reality as they do in our minds. Say a prayer for Courage and take a step forward into the Light of Truth. I will try to do the same.

With Love,

Autumn

Friday, December 4, 2009

If You Think You Know Me, Please Think Again

As ominous as I realize this post title is, I also know it to be true. More and more I realize that I have been portraying only the most mellow, normal, mainstream version of myself in this blog. After years of fighting to change my image to others from that of a Drama Queen and/or Wild Child, or what have you, I wanted to prove to myself that once I settled down I could be just as normal as anyone else. But here's the deal: I am not normal. Ha! Well, ha, I'm really not! And I'm good with that!

Until recently I've never felt that way or wanted to be normal. Rather, for as long as I can remember, I've been one to strive for a place to shine as "unique". I've always felt I had something a little extra to be/give/do--and not at all in an "I'm better than you" way. I just know. I have always felt the need to fulfill. To a certain extent I believe each person has these same feelings, and rightly so! We are all uniquely ourselves and have our individual talents and missions in this Life. So, in that respect I suppose I am ironically "normal", ha.

Nevertheless, I can no longer pretend to be a normal little housewife or worker bee. I just can't do it. I have been seeking your approval in each of my posts, and I allowed that to morph my unique voice into something pretty boring in an effort not to shock or offend or bore or stretch credulity, or, or, well, whatever! I just haven't been being myself properly. There are things I have been wanting to say for my entire life that I have been hiding. There are boring hobbies I adore and have kept in the shadows. There are quirks and habits and talents and thoughts of which none of you fine people are aware. And I want you to be.

If this sounds like something you'd like to be a part of, great, and if not, that's okay, too. I will only say that I will at times discuss things that you might not care for, or that may be troubling, or that will just plain bore your little noggins to death. And guys, I will not apologize. If we are are going to be friends and family I want to be able to say the truth to you and be open about things. The main thing is that I want you to know who I really am. I am probably about 97% the person you believe you know, so that self same 97% of me will still be here for familiarity's sake when all else fails, don't worry. :)

So much of my choices in my Life have been fear based, and I am going to obliterate that habit. I am teaching myself that what others think of me isn't usually as bad as I imagine it will be. I am learning to trust others to love me instead of assuming they will judge me harshly or intentionally misunderstand my own intentions and words. This blog is my journey and my journal of progress. And I will progress. I want the cobwebs and shadows out and the sunshine and truth in.

No doubt I have put some of you on edge just by hinting that some posts may not be all roses and sunshine. Try not to worry about it. I'm not going to just start dumping darkness! I like light way too much for that! However, if and when appropriate, I am merely giving myself permission to speak to you, my family and friends, with candor. (Did I spell that right, by the way?) You see, to me, each person is a beautifully cut diamond. We all sparkle the most when we are brought into the light. And the more we turn our diamonds in the light, exposing our many, varied, and unique facets, the more we can appreciate the true and actual beauty of our Lives.

Do you see what it is I am trying to say and do a little better now? I hope so. And if not, well, just stick around and remember to keep hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times...(ha ha ha).

Okay, cool. I feel good about all of this. Thanks. I'll be talking more--and better--with you soon.

I love you, you know.

Love,
Autumn

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Summer of the Nieces and Nephews!

These pictures and videos make up one of the best summer weeks I have had in a very long time. My dearest hope is that I will always be able to see all of my nieces and nephews every summer like I was able to this year! I really love you kids!
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Okay, so my first stop was at my older brother Joseph and his wife Mary's house. (Our younger brother Hyrum was also with me, so you'll get to see photos/videos with him, too. Yay!)

Joseph & Mary
Rexburg, Idaho 2009
Don't let them fool you!
They are just getting started!!
Ha ha haaaa!!


Matthew was excited to play with the boomerangs
Aunt Bonnie sent over for everyone to play with.



Here's the wind-up...!
...And the pitch!
(Nice form, Matthew!!)


Darling Dallin


Eliza is always the life of any party!


Adorable Andrew
I love how his red scarf ties in with his T-shirt frog's red tongue.
The man can DRESS! I'm serious!


Hyrum, Baby Penny & Mary


Cuties all around


Dallin, Matthew, Eliza & Andrew
Puttin' the "hey, hey, hey!" into Haeberle


Makes me smile every single time I see these little faces.


When you're the best of friends...!

Joseph and his pretty Molly girl


And now for your viewing pleasure, we proudly present:

"Racing Uncle Hummy"

Runners on your marks...


Get set.....



GO!!!!!


YAY!!
Everyone's a winner when they're racin' Uncle Hummy!



Eliza hammin' it up in Uncle Hyrum's hat



Beautiful bouncin' baby girl!
Love you, Miss Molly Sue!

Andrew proves that with the right footwear,
it IS easy bein' green.


Dallin havin' a ball (so to speak)
while we played "keep-away"


Uncle Hummy crackin' up at the kids' antics


Uncle Hummy plays for Andrew (and the rest of us, too)


The Too Talented Hyrum Martin Haeberle


Awesome Andrew

Baby Penny, Mama Mary, Matthew, Eliza & Dallin


Say, "CHEESE!", girls!


Pretty girls all in a row

I'm not sure if the levels of fun we all experienced together were actually even LEGAL. Honestly. Whether it was watching Joseph try to retrieve the boomerang from the unsuspecting neighbor's roof or playing "keep away", tag , or "duck, duck, goose", we used every, single, tiny, ounce of energy Aunt Autumn and Uncle Hyrum had--and then some! Every minute we got to spend with the kids was like a tiny piece of Christmas, and we soaked it UP!

Thank you Joseph, Mary, Dallin, Eliza, Andrew, Matthew, Molly & Penny!! We love you!!
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Our next stop was at my younger brother Miles and his wife Bonnie's apartment in Boise. I was really excited to see them and to FINALLY meet my nephew Clayton John Haeberle!! So here we go:

The lovebirds, Miles and Bonnie
Boise, Idaho 2009


Milo and his Bon Bon

! ! ! ! ! CLAY! ! ! ! !
We meet at long last!!

Profiles don't get much cuter than this!


Too cool for school,
Mr. Clayton John Haeberle

No words do this amount of cuteness justice.
Oh Clay....!!!

The Little Clay Man


Yes, he's adorable.
Yes, he knows it!


Havin' a swingin' good time!

Bonnie & Clayton


Loving Mama Bonnie & her Clay Baby.

Clay & his big balloon

Watch out! I'm mobile and these cheeks mean business!


Mommy tickles Clay

>sigh<
Just cuteness.


Climbin' Clayton John
(I love Uncle Hyrum's little interactions at the end. Classic.
Clay sure does love his Uncle Hyrum!!)


Hyrum, Miles, Bonnie and Clayton

It was REALLY hard to say goodbye and begin that long journey home! I wanted to stay a lot longer than the hour or so I was able to stay. Bonnie loaded me up with goodies and drinks and PERFECT driving directions though, and Miles burned me a bunch of SWEET music, and that made everything seem less overwhelming.

Thank you Miles, Bonnie & Clayton!!!
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After leaving Miles & Bonnie's place it was time for me to drop Hyum off, too, which was really, really hard to do. (Getting choked up thinking about it again!) What a week we had had together!! And we made some truly special re-connections with each other and our family members. I hope he and I can make a tradition of spending our family Relay for Life weekend together every year from now on.

Love you, Hini Whiney!!

Thanks for an unforgettable week!
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Oh! But I'm not finished yet, guys! Nope. Not by a loooooong shot! 'Cus you'll never guess who was waiting for me at home in California....

My little LoRe nieces and nephew!

They were visiting from Murfreesboro, Tennessee and it was so stellar to be able to spend some time with the kids and their parents, John & Michelle, while they were here, too!
 
Thank you John, Michelle, Cianna, Tyela, Zakiah & little Levi!
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Man, what a week that was, and what a wonderful way to spend those beautiful summer days!

Hope you enjoyed all the beautiful little faces as much as I did!! My life is truly enriched by each and every one of my nieces and nephews. If you want to feel God's love, just hold a child, and you're there. I can't wait to get these kids back in my arms again soon!

Love,
Aunt Autumn

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Labor Day Weekend 2009 with Our Family


The amount of love I have and feel for my Family is so vast that it often becomes difficult for me even to express it. When Mike, his parents and I travelled up to Idaho last month for our Temple Sealing, I was able to show Mike and his parents just how special my family truly is. Or rather, they demonstrated it themselves with their usual gusto. The levels of generosity, caring and just flat out love which were shown to us was honestly amazing. Even writing this now, over a month later, my eyes again fill with tears and my mind with priceless memories. I characteristically forgot to capture most of what happened that weekend with my camera, but here are a few pictures I managed to take our last day there, Sunday, September 6th, 2009.

Grandaddy John Haeberle with great-grandson Clayton John Haeberle.


Grandaddy & Clay Baby

Clay had been making motor sounds for his toy car and was
intrigued at how well his Great-Grandad could do it, too. Do you
love this picture, or what??

Also of great interest was Grandaddy's watch.

The famous loving look from Granddad


Clay demonstrating that with the right amount of cheek chubbiness,
a neck is really quite superfluous.

L-R: Hyrum & Miles w/our Aunt Janie chillin' in the back.

Classic Hyrum & Miles

This is another of my new favorite pictures.
Mulverhill's, Haeberle's, Stangers, oh my!
L-R(ish):Helen Stanger, Miles, Bonnie, Hyrum, Jane, Clay, Jocie, Rosa & Pete.

Lovely Mesa Falls

Still purdy, Mesa Falls!

Papa Pete surveys the gorgeous sites.

Like father, like son!

Mike catches me surveying HIM! ha ha ha! Oops!

Hyrum makes any landscape that much cooler. :)

And he knows it! :D

My nephew Clay in all his perfection.


Miles, Bonnie & Clay Haeberle
Mesa Falls, Labor Day 2009

More Miles, Bonnie & Clay

Rosa & her Jocelyn at long last

Mama Rosa & Aunt Jane

Jocie, Janie & Mikey

Watching the family procession at Mesa Falls.
Something about this shot fills my heart with ennui...

Mesa Falls through the sun and mist



I love this picture because of the blend of family members.
Pete is standing next to Bonnie, Clay and Miles.
When does THAT ever happen?!
Truly one of my most favorite places in the world.
I love you, Mesa Falls!!

Papa Pete soaking in the goodness & grandeur

Clay was being adorable and while everyone else watched him,
I, of course, watched them.

When you think of blending families together, there is always the possibility that something or someone won't flow or fit in. Such was definitely NOT the case with our family's time together. It seemed like the moment everyone met, they had known each other for their whole lives. It was perfect. Seeing my father-in-law beat a quick path to hang out at my Aunt's and Grandparent's house warmed my heart more than I can say. Seeing my best friend Helen cozy up to my mother-in-law and my Dad and my Grandparents was just like old times. She flew all the way from Maryland to be with me that weekend, and my entire weekend--and my family's weekend--was made richer and better for it. I watched as my little brother Miles invited Mike to go on a drive with him to pick up our other brother. They had never met before, but hey! off they went anyway--like family does. My stepmother, Sheryl, recreated my mom's wedding bouquet for me to use in our sealing pictures. I don't know if anyone has ever done a more thoughtful thing for me in my whole life. Unless it was my Gran greeting us as we pulled up and taking us to the hotel rooms she had gotten for us to make us more comfortable during our stay. Our rooms even overlooked the river passing by below. And my Aunts were all amazing, too. I found out later that my Aunt Jocelyn had even missed one of her primary student's baptisms in order to prepare and provide our luncheon. There were just a million little things I watched happen while we were there, and each one showed me what I imagine heaven must be like:
Families without border lines.