God Moment

Betty Munsell, the mother of Mary, my wife, passed away on May 22. We have experienced God moments since then. My favorite occurred at the Rosary.

The Rosary Service took about 30 minutes. A women sat behind and to the right of us for the entire service. After The Rosary, people took some time on personal reflections about Betty.

During that time, The women’s GPS sounded off, “You have arrived at your destination.” It reminded me of the oh so timely call out of Deborah’s cell phone during TwD, “Message received.” I thought about the perfect timing of the GPS. It had sat in her purse for over 30 minutes in udder silence. It seemed as if God waited for just the right time to let us know that Betty had arrived at her destination.

I commented on the perfect and timely call out from the GPS, “You have arrived at your destination.” as if it were meant to be. The women apologized profusely for her seeming faux pax. I let her know that it was not necessary, that had been a God Moment. God had meant it to be; otherwise, her GPS would have sounded off on her arrival at the church.

Here absence is felt by all those she touched. Below is a memorial I put together for her.

Stephen Magladry, your iTechieGuy

Wotd (Word of the day)-Proprioceptive

Proprioceptive, the Free Dictionary defines it as, A sensory receptor, found chiefly in muscles, tendons, joints, and the inner ear, that detects the motion or position of the body or a limb by responding to stimuli arising within the organism.

Wikipedia states, from Latin proprius, meaning “one’s own” and perception, is the sense of the relative position of neighboring parts of the body and strength of effort being employed in movement.

Proprioception is the reason why we able the ability to put on finger on the back of our head or in our ear.

In our discussion we discussed how a drunk person had less proprioceptive abilities; they can not even put their finger to their nose.

Today, I discovered that not only is there a physical proprioception, but there is also a emotional proprioception. Let me explain.

Recently, I have been emotionally un-proprioceptive. I had become emotionally drunk, I couldn’t even find my nose on my own emotional face.

In our sharing, I put my finger on an event that I thought I had put behind me. It has become a dam, a barrier, a block to handling my emotional life on life’s terms. And life never stays compartmentalized. This event had become a dam, a barrier, a block to handling my life on life’s terms.

Now recognizing the situation, I immediately feel some relief. Furthermore, I can more completely deal with the problem and work to get it behind me. And through the process I hope, once again, to find my emotional nose. I have discovered the importance of  working toward maintaining my emotional proprioception.

Stephen Magladry, your iTechieGuy

A Time To Celebrate

The new Stephen is a year old now. Let’s back up a few years.

Since about the year 2000 I have beens struggling with some form of depression. It started out as SAD. Almost like clockwork, I would fall into a depressive state about the time of coming off of Daylight Savings. My life would start picking back up about the same time as light returned to our world, about the beginning of Daylight Savings Time.

One year, I missed the cycle. By the time January came around, The depressive cycle had cleared. I felt “cured”! I celebrated!

Unfortunately, the celebration turned out to be short lived. By the time August rolled around, I found myself right smack dap in the beginning of another depressive cycle. So much for the short term freedom That I had felt. With that, my depressions had gone from seasonly related to episodic, meaning my depressive cycles now came from time to time.

Through the years, I had tried almost everything. I started out with OTC’s like St. John’s and Sam-e, switched to prescriptive concoctions, some not working, other some what, still others working turning to not working, years of talking about my problems with licensed counselors. I felt like being on a full on roller coaster ride.

As you can probably imagine, years and years of this became tiring. I had to try something new.

In the fall of 2010, I started to see a psychologist. After some initial getting to know each other sessions, he introduced me to David D. Burns, a world renowned author/doctor on Cognitive Behavior Therapy, or CBT. David’s work with CBT predates the work on the new age of anti-depressants. Additionally, his studies have shown that CBT is a more effective treatment than antidepressants, both in the short term and long term in regards to depression.

The idea behind CBT is that the thought process is broken. Too often people like me are ruled by our negative thought processes. In encountering a positive thought about myself, it would take me seconds to countered that positive thought in multiple ways before I ever had a chance to get comfortable with that thought.

I started working the program “around the edges” and immediately started to see results. It seemed too easy and too good to be true. I crashed a couple a months later after the basic method began to fail me.

Little did I know i had only began to scratch the surface of CBT. In the book, When Panic Attacks, Dr. Burns outlines forty different methods to counter the wrong thinking that many of us encounter in our lives. (Side note: in researching the book, I found a succinct review,”Great book. Bad Title.” I whole heartedly agree with that review. )

The book explores how methods work great for some people and may not work at all for another person. Also, no method is to work for every situation. Good thing there are forty methods to try. One is bound to work. Dr. Burns gives methodologies of what methods work for what situations. His studies show a directed use of 5 methods are usually enough to counter most broken thought processes.

By the time May rolled around, I had done enough work with CBT to handle life on my own, without the assistance of my psychologist. For the first time in a very long time, I felt hope about life in general.

Okay, I admit, I’m a crazy scientist at heart. Things have got to be measured to have a better understanding of them. That’s why I have a weather station at my house, to better track my little neck of the woods. Additionally from 2009, I have been doing a daily track on how I thought my day went.

Since employing CBT, the results have been astounding for me. What use to be my highs reached a handful of times throughout the years of my tracking are now how I feel on an average day!

Dr.  Burns talks about getting better versus being better. Getting better is the point where the negative thoughts no longer rule the mind. Reaching the point of being better is when one feels capable to handle whatever comes their way. I am so thankful that I have reached the point of not only getting better, but also the point of being better.

Do, I follow perfectly using CBT? Not even close. Though, my slips are shorter because I am better able to calm the broken voices in my head. And if need be, I can fall back to the forty methods that Dr. David D. Burns has outlined in his book.

So, In closing, do you feel negative thoughts rule your mind? Tried everything and nothing seems to help? Take a look at Cognitive Behavior Therapy. It has made a world of difference for me.

Art in Life – Confessions of an Artist

So I am making strides in going out and putting myself out there. I have been taking the buddies on visits and the books are garnering nice compliments. I am learning to stop comparing myself to others in my field and their progress and I am feeling very encouraged. As artists we seek approval of our work, which sometimes translates into approval for who we are as well.

Life in Art

But today I was taken aback by something I saw on my way home. I was out doing the normal Sunday things – Target, groceries, lunch, etc. when out of the corner of my eye I saw it. It was the most incredible art installation that I have ever seen. Do check out the gallery below but if you live in the Seattle area it is worth a trip to Redmond for this.

To continue reading…..http://www.strauberrystudios.com/confessions-of-an-artist/whimsey-wonder/art-in-life-confessions-of-an-artist

Susan Straub-Martin


Holy Carp (sic)!

Dated: Febuary 21, 2012

My mind is spinning! Spinning! Spinning! Who would have thunk!

After nearly a year and a half of fits and starts, I started iTechieGuy.com on October, 13, 2011. I had this grand vision with all the new found masses of people getting the “Apple Religion”, that I could use all my knowledge of the scrolls and present it in a way that would have customers beating down the preverbial door.

Read on!

My New Mentor

My Dad taught me fairness, discipline, compassion, independence, to love life, to appreciate the outdoors and history, and to be proud of our accomplishments. At the service celebrating his life of 99 years, I heard how lawyers viewed his life, both professionally and personally and realized they had experienced him differently.

He belonged to many organizations, associations, and ad hoc committees. No matter what he joined he invariably took on a leadership role. He built a very successful legal practice, successful enough financially to support his growing family well. He was devoted to his alma matter, the University of Oregon Law School and was always a strong supporter. He was a mentor to many, and like a father to one. He formed lasting and enduring friendships. His closest friend still living at 97, wrote a very eloquent eulogy. Many commented on his excellence as a lawyer, a skilled practitioner, who cared deeply for his clients. His sense of humor and skill as a speaker were legendary. In his later years when he no longer could see or hear well or remember much, they still came by and took him to lunch. He never lacked for company.

After the Fire (Part 2 of 3)

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Keeping the Fire Down. Edmonds, WA. 3-20-2010. Photo by William Bass.

William & Kate goofin' around 7 days after the Fire; Woodinville, WA. Photo by Morgan Bass.

After the Fire

“Sometimes I can’t even feel the ground under my feet anymore,” my wife Kristina cries. “I can’t feel ANYTHING!!!”

Days and weeks wheel by in a blur after our house burned down in the Fire. Frenzied action is broken by spells of dazed inaction. There is too much to do so soon. We move through it all anyway. Sometimes we even laugh. Sometimes the Fire seems years ago, or feels it never happened at all, or worse, just yesterday. March 20, 2010, however, was only 30 days ago as I first write this blogpost for the bassfamilysupport.ning.com website friends set up to organize help.

To continue reading the rest of the article and see more photos, go to: http://williamdudleybass.com/MyBlog/fire-part-2-3/.

NOTE: This was first published on my website On Earth at the Brink. It’s reposted here with my permission as the Author. Thank you.

Copyright (C) 2012 by William Dudley Bass.

William Dudley Bass, Philosopher & Storyteller On Earth at the Brink @ http://williamdudleybass.com/.





Words to Live By on Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day – a day of romance, flowers, chocolate, and pretty cards, a day of expectations of special treatment and loving words. If you are a business owner and even if you are swamped and fatigued there are certain rituals you are expected to perform – a special meal is just a starter. It’s considered prudent to make sure that special someone gets something special.

Well for all you men who need a little more guidance in the art of meeting expectations, here’s someone who provides us with a few choice words Title: “These Are the Things You Don’t Say to Your Wife”

Hope you enjoy as much as I did!

Benjamin’s Birthday

At 1:48 p.m. Thursday Benjamin greeted the world for the first time.   A mere two hours after his birth the family would host a welcoming like none I have ever witnessed or been a part of before. 

 Now new born babes are not new to me, having experienced the birth of my own three children and having had visits with 4 earlier grandbabies within hours of each of their births. This one was different, much more of a party atmosphere.  As one who firmly believes that all things in life happen with purpose, it took me a few days of reflection to see the light of the gathering’s meaning.

Twelve of us celebrated together in the one small delivery room, passing the bundled Ben from one to another for each to hold and introduce ourself.  His mother, my daughter, looking amazingly fresh and joyful having produced the babe just two hours earlier, sitting up in what looked like some sort of cross between a bed and an Easy Boy recliner, all smiles. The child’s father seated next to her holding their baby Ben proudly.  A threesome all a glow, representing the love of family.  Four year old big brother Nick, trying his hardest to wait his turn to hold his new brother, representing sibling acceptance and support.  Sister Rachel, two (and we can’t forget, a ½ years old), dancing all around the forest of standing legs, unable to contain her excitement, representing pure joy.  Uncle Jon, just quietly watching as he leaned against a wall for what looked like a needed support. Half scared thinking of when it will be his day to be the new Dad, represented the father’s extended family.   My daughter’s mother and I, though no longer joined, united in our love for Benjamin, represented our contribution to Benjamin’s family tree.  Courtney, a college dorm mate of the third time mom there too, representing an involved circle of helpful and dear friends.  The attending nurse, passing through the group handing out food snacks hostest style, representing a full plate of life’s opportunities, free for the taking.  And the one role that took me the longest to understand was that of the student.  A young man from the University of Washington studying in the medical field.  A stranger, who had asked permission to witness the birth and be part of our group celebration.  I decided that his presence represented a life of curiosity and learning invited to come into our family circle from the outside and become part of this new life.  Now in the middle of all this my Mother telephoned with her welcome greeting for Benjamin.  She being Ben’s Great grandmother, represents not only three living family generations but, firsthand accounts of the family members two generations before that. Her personal in the flesh, family history five generations deep, to be shared with the sixth.

 Now dear reader the story does not end there.  No, for having read my tale you have become an important part of the Benjamin birthday story too.  His coming has now also touched you representing that greater global world that each of us, all be it sometimes unknowingly, interact with every day from our very moment of birth.

Benjamin’s first day, his first few hours of life, reminds me of the truth that states, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”  Join in this party of celebration, as we all lift our glasses with a toast to each of our own wonderful, amazing futures yet to unfold.              To the Future…Cheers !

Mark Behringer