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Month: October 2023 (Page 1 of 2)

Why I Love Cemeteries

I’m tired.

For most of the last six weeks, I’ve traveled the U.S. on book tour, talking with people about writing and my Monsterious series. I’ve done a steady stream of stock signings, interviews, school presentations, and bookstore events. It’s been exciting, frustrating, fun, exhausting, and deeply fulfilling.

At the end of it all, I feel empty. Drained. In need of quiet, rest, and reflection. When I realized I didn’t have the time or the energy to write a new post this week, I waded through some of the hundreds of posts I’ve written over the last six years. The one I’m reposting below (originally published March 3, 2018) spoke to me, maybe because the thought of lying down for a long time sounds very appealing right now. I hope it helps you take another step toward Becoming Yourself.

Why I Love Cemeteries: Cemetery

I love cemeteries. That might sound odd, even morbid. I’m not insensitive to the memories of pain and loss that they hold for so many. I deeply respect that. But to me, they are special places that nurture my personal development in ways few others do.

Cemeteries invite quiet reflection. They encourage me to slow down, to ponder, to contemplate. What do I want my life to be about? How do I want to be remembered? They have an atmosphere of reverence and respect, rare qualities in a time often marked by derision and divisiveness. A stroll through a cemetery reminds me of what I believe is important: Relationships. Character. Purpose. Joie de vivre.

Why I Love Cemeteries: Cemetery

I love how my perspective is sharpened by reading tombstones. I’m reminded that all of these people were once like me. That one day a grave marker will bear my name. Soon after, I’ll probably be remembered only by loved ones and then, over time, by no one at all. Reading those names reminds me that life is a breath, and I am small. I’m not as important to the world as I sometimes think I am. That’s a healthy dose of humility.

Why I Love Cemeteries: Cemetery

Yet being in a cemetery also makes me feel cherished, prized, special. Not to a fame infatuated world but to One whom I believe made me, knows me, and desires me. I think of a cemetery as a transition point, a way station, a gate that leads from one season to the next. It’s a passageway connecting one plane of existence to another. The end of one journey and the start of a far greater adventure.

Why I Love Cemeteries: Cemetery

I could be wrong. Maybe death is the end. Perhaps nothing waits for me and everything that I am will be snuffed out like the flame of a candle. But I don’t think so. I have subjective reasons, things I’ve felt and heard and seen that point to something greater, something beyond this life. And there are more objective arguments that appeal to my rational mind as well. So for reasons of both the head and the heart, I believe and find hope.

Why I Love Cemeteries: Cemetery

So if you need some perspective on life, if the thought of some quiet reflection sounds like water for your thirsty soul, if you’re looking for a little hope, I encourage you to slip away for an hour. Stroll thoughtfully through a cemetery. If you do, you’ll take another step toward Becoming Yourself.

Sometimes You Just Need to Laugh

Sometimes you just need a laugh. 

I read the following post from my friend and fellow blogger Susan Rau Stocker while sitting in an urgent care during my long book tour. The laugh was a welcome lift, so I thought I’d pass it along. She throws in a helpful summary of the famous Myers / Briggs personality test too, which gave me a welcome refresher. I hope her story brings you a smile as you take another step toward Becoming Yourself.


Let me set the scene. Phil Hockwait was the first therapist I ever saw. He told me, “You’re on the wrong side of the desk. Go back to school, get a counseling degree, and I’ll hire you the minute you graduate.” Five years later I was working with him. One of the great gifts he gave me in our ten years together was that we did quite a bit of co-therapy. We were a good team: he was all head, and I was all heart; he was slow and methodical, and I jumped in the deep end.

One of the clients we saw together was a sixty-year-old professor from a small Ohio college. He and the considerably younger woman he was dating were having some issues and sought out Phil, who pulled me in with him. We gave them the Myers/Briggs personality inventory. I speak of this often because it is a “short-cut” to getting to know a client. It is also a big help for clients to see for themselves how different people can be and where they land on the four different continuums:

Extroversion (E)-Introversion (I) – do you get your energy by being with people or by being alone. Professor was an introvert; girlfriend an extrovert.

Sensing (S)-Intuitive (N) – do you see the world in black and white or in gray/realist or idealist. Professor was intuitive; girlfriend was sensing.

Thinking (T) or Feeling (F) – make decisions in your head or heart. Professor was thinking; girlfriend was feeling.

Judging (J) or Perceiving (P) – organized and playful or shoot from the hip and make it up as you go along. Professor was judging; girlfriend was perceiving.

Professor was an INTJ – girlfriend an ESFP.

Now, this actually was perfect for a great relationship: they were the ultimate balance and together could cover all the bases needed for life. However, there would be challenges where they would drive each other crazy.

This particular day we were working with the professor alone, and he brought in some of the crazy-making things the girlfriend was doing, like her earrings were too big and clanky. I immediately leaped to the Myers/Briggs to explain that these things were about her perceiving nature, she was a “P”, and his judging nature. He was a “J”. I began eloquently talking about “P’s” and “J’s” and how important each element was in a full, happy life – you have to be able to pay the bills (J), but you also want to be able to do a thing or two spontaneously (P), like go out to dinner or have a snuggle.

In a moment of inspiration, I started talking about the professor’s “J-ness” and how he had that half of the whole totally figured out. He needed to practice being more impulsive and “in the moment.” So, said I, “What you have to do is develop your P-ness.”

I put my hand over my mouth. What I said sounded like: develop you penis.

And there you have it. It was weeks before either the professor or Phil could look at me without laughing. That happened in about 1988. Feels like yesterday. Some things you never forget.

I hope you got a Saturday morning laugh. Have a great week. We’ll see what trouble I can get into this week!! Love Susan

SLOW DOWN AND THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK – OR DON’T, AND GIVE EVERYONE A GOOD LAUGH.

Susan Rau Stocker is a blogger, novelist, and Marriage and Family Therapist with Masters degrees in Communication and Counseling. She served as a mental health ambassador to China in 1998 and has volunteered with the Alzheimer’s Association, American Cancer Society, and many other organizations. Her published works include Only Her Naked Courage (2013), Heart 1.5 (2013), The Many Faces of Anxiety (2013), The Many Faces of PTSD (2010), and Heart (1981), as well as her blog The Many Faces of PTSD (manyfacesofptsd.wordpress.com). She is on a lifelong journey toward Becoming Herself. You can contact her at sraustocker@yahoo.com.

What a 3-Year-Old Taught Me About Riding Life’s Waves

“This is too scary!”

The cry came from a three-year-old in the second row. Other than his parents, the rows of chairs in the bookstore were painfully empty.

I’d been invited by the store to do a talk and reading from my spooky monster mystery series Monsterious, geared for 8 to 12 year olds. Knowing the event was on a Sunday morning and I didn’t have the opportunity to do school visits to promote it, I expected the turnout to be small. How right I was.

The well-intentioned parents obviously didn’t realize that the age level and spooky factor of my books were not appropriate for their three-year-old. I was halfway through the first of three planned readings from my books when the child let his unhappy opinion be known. I immediately stopped and asked the bookseller to find me a Halloween picture book, which I then read to the child. When I finished, the dad bought one of my books out of pity.

On this fall tour, I’ve had 2 1/2 hour signing lines that snaked through large stores, selling hundreds of books in a night. And I’ve had a crowd of three where I read some other author’s book to a toddler. Such are the ups and downs of being an author. 

But that’s not just author life. That’s life. We all experience that roller coaster in our careers, health, relationships, finances, you name it. The question is not “Will we face storms?” but “How will we ride the waves?”

When things are good, it’s easy to become arrogant, to credit my success to my own genius, and to think it will always be this way. When things go south, it’s easy to become depressed, to believe I’m a failure, and to feel the bad times will go on forever. Neither perspective is true. My successes are a combination of hard work and talent, but also luck and the help of others. My failures are usually a mixed bag too, partly due to my own poor choices and mistakes, and partly from things completely out of my control. 

There’s a wise expression that says, “Don’t believe your own press.” Hold both the good and the bad lightly, enjoying your successes, learning from your failures, and letting them both roll off your back. Don’t take the opinions of others or your own internal self-judgements too seriously.

As you ride life’s waves, anchor your identity and self-worth on something that doesn’t rise and fall, that is as steady as a fixed point on the horizon. For me, that’s my identity as God’s child, believing that God’s love for and view of me is independent of my ever-changing feelings or the outward results of my efforts. For you, that might be another relationship or something else. Whatever it is, find something worthy of the wonderful person you are. If you do, you’ll take another step toward Becoming Yourself.

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