Steph_Bird_MOVES? 2_Birdanity.com!

Steph_Bird_MOVES? 2_Birdanity.com!

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I know you may not know me yet,

but after this entry You will. I am not a servant, I am a God of servants and that’s me, in a nut shell. Birdanity was never about “me”. It was about “you” and reflecting my experiences with You. It was creatively writing to release these internal traumas that feel so fierce, they must flow through me. You are all God’s to me and I am just a writer to this plural number of gods and goddesses.

Gods and goddesses?

I told you that I owned “Birdanity” before we started this little adventure, but you really own it. I told you that it was copywrite in every possible way, and you laughed at me inside. I am a Spirit here, I am a Creator here, and I am a mess too (with you).

Birdanity? On the outside you may have smiled and even nodded your head in agreement, but inside you laughed and never looked me up because I never mentioned that I had millions of lovely followers just like me, millions of hits, millions of views and billions of life forms that are available to laugh with me too. I never mentioned all that because I didn’t need to, you already knew with your own audience of __#___?

Birdanity? I owned “me”, and my personal time. I own Birdanity in my personal time, which is for free and always will be. Free time is me time. Free time is also “we” time. It’s free for you to visit this site, it’s free for you to see me, and I intend to keep it that way for quite a while.

A coach by trade, I am a coach in every possible way. I may not be Triathlete-certified, but I am a coach too in this medicine of word. I am a consultant, I am a friend, and I am a love. People even ask me to coach them in my “we” time, and they do it all the time. Lawyers, judges, owners, lovers, friends, they all want something, don’t they? Human Resources…

They want knowledge. They want friendship, and they don’t want to have to pull out their wallet to get a peace of friendly advice they may or may not take.

Fiduciary advice? Don’t ask if that’s what you want. Not from a friend, no. That’s pretty much how we all roll these days, as most lawyers do together as friends in this criminally UNJUST system. But I’m no lawyer and I never ate that bar of academia they were trying to push at me.

Legal counselor?

Not even a little,

no thank you,

“But I have heard from a lawyer friend and he said…”

That’s just it, isn’t it?

How we give friendly legal advice?

Enough is enough.

I know who I am, do you?

And, I am looking for a new:

job.

location.

life.

Outlook.

Vacation.

WAY_OUT!

WEST..I guess..?

“Home is where the heart is,” they say….

~Stephanie Bird

p.s. tonight, I begin a career journey to somewhere old and new. Tonight is the moment that I begin to look at my life differently. Tonight is when I listen to the songs of my Youth, and the moment where I stop looking back to December of years ago when this old job felt fancy and the people I met felt phenomenal. Tonight is the moment that I search, when and where I will find?

You, again…

I am always following You, aren’t I? No matter where I go… I’m always looking for You everywhere I go and God, you look an awful lot like a child of God? to me. Beautiful in every possible way, you are my equal and I miss You and what You felt like to sleep near as a human here on Earth.

I need you,

Who? The voice of truth, it tells me a different story about names. The voice of truth says…

Oh what I would do to have

The kind of faith it takes

To climb out of this boat I’m in

Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone

Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus God is

And SHe’s holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name

And they laugh at me

Reminding me of all the times

I’ve tried before and failed

The waves they keep on telling me

Time and time again. “Boy, you’ll never win!”

“You’ll never win!”

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story

The Voice of Truth says, “Do not be afraid!”

And the Voice of Truth says, “This is for My glory”

~Casting Crowns – Voice Of Truth Lyrics

p.s.S. this is for all the glory…

this is it

the apocolypse?

Welcome to the new “free” age of Birdanity, where……

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~Steph Bird

Who let You go?

Who let me go?

Who let You go?

I feel it inside. Down in my Soul. I just can’t hide these things I know. We could be friends, and I promise that it won’t go bad. But hopefully this story ends with Me doing OK. It’s OK, I ain’t got nothing I never had, so let’s take it slow.

Who let me go?

EveryOne. At one time or another. Everyone.

Someone must have loved me, not the way that You do I’m sure, but you are missing what I am trying to say. Ain’t nothing going getting in my way.

So tell me that’s fantastic?

And promise you’ll always *sigh*. I find it so romantic when you look into my beautiful eyes and lose control.

Who let me go?

No One.

No one needs to, that’s all you can do. Is wait and not fall asleep. Don’t let anyone know you are coming and simmer down, letting your eyes hang low. Sit in meditation and look for…

the next? job.

 

Is it Time?

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But, who is TIME?…

Time to get to work in my life!
It’s time..?
It’s time…..?
It’s time……….?

“I” came out…
She came out…
He came out…

…to show up in this life. One skin of a gorgeous home and the only One I know and own. Time is really worth nothing here though. I am worth nothing, but time. And my time is worth? Priceless amounts to me alOne, yet my extra time is still worth nothing to them.

“They” are counting my time today and they have been for a life/time. They count to allocate and identify when I am worth diamonds or gold to them. Gender fluidity aside, no one cares about this male and female nature when allocating the resources that I sold, TIME.

Though they want my time in a bad way,

and they even say they need

MORE people like me,

is it wise to be wanted so…

badly?

It’s about Time, that old geaser! And only my dear friend, Time will tell if I am priceless or not to “you”, the reader of this time. My guess is that ‘I am’ worth more than ‘Father Time’.

Just a guess..

~Steph Bird

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Second chances…

I’m not sure what to say

about second chances,

and I’m not sure how to

trust anyOne “new” anymore..

That’s the honest truth

that I want humans around me

to know who

“love”

me

and man,

it’s difficult to find One person

who I really trust.

Not even just One person,

except me,

and I can honestly report

that I am the only

One

who stuck around me

after

too_much_education

marriage

divorce

surgery

murder..?

cancer

hospice

….v…V…v…

light

healing

a life/time filled

with

aging

gracefully

and

minimally

with feet grounded firmly

in all that we’ve learned.

Second changes or chances?

I’m not sure

what to say

about making changes

or being given second chances,

but after

healing

a life/time filled

with

aging

gracefully

and

minimally

with feet grounded firmly

in all that we’ve learned:

I haven’t let You go.

If you could only let go

of those doubts…?

and give Us a sum of

Second chances?…..

Yes!

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p.S,

sometimes

Eve,n i need

a vacation

#i_haTe_PAPERs!

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RECEIPTS…!!!????

I received it, I got it, all that educational content about what I was this year and last year and the year before. I wrote it down, I received it and there it is in ALL my file folderS for when I passed life’s test: 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005, 2004, 2003, 2002, 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998, 1997, 1996, 1995, 1994, 1993, 1992, 1991, 1990, 1989, 1988, 1987, 1986, 1985, 1984, 1983, 1982, 1981, 1980 B.C.hrist!

Art you tired of receipts?

[Back to TAXES….]

& SUM$$Art-filled

Receipts…

from,

~Steph Bird