Waking up this morning, I needed to tell someOne like you that I feel weird today. My head feels in the clouds, my mind is zen on overdrive and my art is bursting with color and child-like humor. What is wrong with me? This is too right. There must be something wrong with me because I need to have someThing wrong, write? Right…
I don’t think
so much anymore. That legacy story is gone. In it’s place is this story about Steph/anIe_Bird. This One is still coded weird and some moments she speaks in 3rd person about herself, or she still wonders where these words are all coming from. But She still works, and this CHANNEL IS ON.
She is moving and she is creating this tribe that has been looking for Her.
They have been looking for Her for quite some time, and now She is here.
She has been looking for Them for quite some time, and now sHe is here.
Rising from the ashes of Phoenix, sHe moved to live in heavenly California.
sHe was an Idaho potato. sHe was a farmer’s daughter. sHe was a Bird.
sHe was everything you didn’t expect and every animalistic expression.
Revealed in this One were the Sun and the Moon. A god/dess of love.
Past tense? sHe was present tense too. That is who sHe was to love:
+ everyOne with Birdanity live(s)
happily ever after.
*let’s say Grace*
p.s. She was just a channel.
Just a medium of expression.
Words. Words. Words.
Art is art.