Deck#1:Card_One_

Deck#1:Card_One_

Here i gOooo…

Creating things? I.t.s healing to me. It’s white and blackbird of me. It’s artistic, autistic, and BEautifully uniquely “me”. This is Card#One of Birdanity Deck#One titled “Take My Hand 🤚 & RUN 🏃‍♀️ 🏃 ♪( ´θ`)”

Secret? I made it when I was trying to figure out my heart conditioning. It’s when I was healing from the last heart break. It’s ARTfully weird?

Deck#1:Card_One_

“Take my hand 🤚 and run 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

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Welcome_back?

Welcome_back?

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BraveSouls,

Welcome back?

To Birdanity,
Fighting:
Gravity. Time.
WarriorS:
Taking back all the gold$S$
All the Dream$ that were $old
To You,
Time to let go, And wish them well (bYe!)
We are
Cuming
Alive!
a_life
It’s Ours if We Troy,
These sorrowS
are Drowning
Me_Oooooooout..
 
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will_make_the

FIRST_mOve?

<how do U:

<Show_Up!<

>Super_STAR!>

B_BRAVE!

B_BRAVE!

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Always and never?

Friends tell me to “B” brave and I wander and wonder with whom who they are speaking? Is it this “B”? It must Be me, no One else is around when they are saying it and it was written to my cell number. I got the message in my cell, “B”.

Feeling a bit like a Jail Bird, these days I didn’t really want to be a writer. Still, this Bird in me is an author by trade (trading words?). None the less, this Bird? SHe wants to sing so she writes these messages in a bottle to the person sHe is waiting to consume.

Consume? Write, wrong word choices perhaps. Anyway, this is my millionth publication and to be fair, I wasn’t able to write to You for a while.

Family? I’ve been busy with a FULL TIME job with a family, more than a few in fact.

With that, I haven’t had much time to be a very good writer, feel social or network. I’m sorry about that, but I understand there were 7 other billion voices from which to choose who were all willing and able to BE social here. I’m just one bird, really.

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This Bird has seen my share of struggle. Even times when I thought that I knew best, when I sailed through storms instead of stopping to rest. It always seems the hardest when I’ve made up my stubborn mind, well.. I am changing my ways this time.

Writing here, I want to be like water coming down a mountain into shadowy canyons, bound for the sea. Heading up hill no more, I am bound for the sea with these bird wings. I was born to wander with these words. This poetry in a paragraph, it’s weird.

But, have you ever seen an Eagle head straight into the wind? He doesn’t pick a fight, he spreads his wings and just gives in. And, in the end of that flight he always makes it Home just fine. I guess he knows every storm subsides.

Today, I’ll let nature take it’s course. No more thinking that I know where this river is meant to go, or railing against the stars for the cards that I was dealt or the lottery I never won. Gone today is the heart ache that I never felt and am trying to forget.

Gone? It always seemed that when I let go of expectation and regret, life has plenty of surprises for me yet.

~Stephanie Bird

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p.S.urprise!

I am

(was)

*ROAR*

a writer,

(and an artist

and a _____

and an educator

and a biz consulant

and a _______ “Jesus”

and a *sigh*

seriously? enough…

I’m going to GO COLOR

A RAINBOW.

Testing:

Testing:

Is this thing ON?

VANITY! VANITY: 

all is vanity?

When they said “brave”

I don’t think

THIS

is what they meant?

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Homeless_HomeFull:Hopefueled

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aLoud?

My Mother

would get upset

if I said this aloud,

but I called mY mother

today 18′

and never told her aLoud

I am having an episode

BIpolar(bear)

and

duck-footed

i never told her

i was in a TV episode(s),

staRRoraring “me”,

written by “me” and

Created by “yours, Truly”

My mother?

I never said anything

about “me”

instead we

talked about

paper

flowers

ideas

art

“work”

Our

mental health?

is a beautiful thing!

and this..

is a seriously

Animated episodE

of “my” life

as “steph Bird”

And

as these

Calaughornia

colorS are vibrant

i ride these waves

with You,

in Spirit

(me + you = 8)

p.S. When my mother reads this,

she probably won’t get it

and that’s OK.

I got (me).

(that One time…)

p.s.S. The quick story tucked inside this poem is that like many of Us, i called my mom today. We talked flowers and art, then I wished her a happy Mother’s day. I also wished I could tell her the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (so help Us, God). Instead, I shared the parts that make Us happy because that’s how I want my Mother to feel love(d) + “happy”.

“What’s next?” is the question of her day and dear God, I have no idea what I’m going to do tomorrow, much less next ____. Maybe stare out into the sea for a while and watch the tides come and go as they will until i discover a solution. That’s about the only thing I feel is fairly certain, there will be tides of time (to stare)

.

Periods of Work?!? My mom asked me if I wanted to get a “traveling job” and I’m not quite sure what that is yet, but she’s usually pretty spot on. I even wrote down her prediction, and hell, why not travel more and do some “good” deeds around the world? It would be sweet to just get lost for a while (WITH SKY + 1), provided I have a little black box.

I want to be homefull, homeless, and I want to be a world famous flyer with a little black box in my hand. In the end, that’s all there will ever be with all these tiny little black boxes.

Except, for those beautiful

minds = tides of time.

Homeless, here I

Come!?!?!?

Homeless_!

HomeFull?

Hope=home

Fueled

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I’ve been in utopia North Park all day selling my friend’s one-of-a-kind handmade flowers and for a moment it’s good to sit and rest. Reflecting on all the people I’ve met today and who they were to me. Wow…

There was “B”, for Bridget – “my” Beautiful friend. Then, there was Spencer, the illustrator. Then there was Bobby, and finally.. there was Eddie. And they were all something, weren’t they? When I look back on the greatest moments of my life, this day will be on that list.

Amen to North Park street fairs and handmade artists showing their work. Amen to small business. Amen to change and growth. Amen to May 12, 2018.

~Steph Bird

Trans:form/nation

Trans:form/nation

 

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Trans/form/nation @Birdanity

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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.

Revel

In_it

~ Steph/anIe_Bird

 

 

Laughing Meditation #One

Laughing Meditation #One

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BIRDanity Meditation #1

This is it = sing it, I promise this is what you are looking for today. Laughing is meditative and that’s the memory you will walk away with when this is all over. Laughing now is the moment, and this moment IS the moment I express all that I have learned about laughter. My laughing meditation about laughter, if you will. Laugh?

What is interesting to learn about laughter? Tears come from the in/outside of the Eye when they are happy and from the out/inside when they are sad. Either way, tears of laughter or sadness, from corner to corner, knowing this simple story is healing. There is incredible beauty in the crying of the laughter.

Let your heart beat again with this news that crying meditation is OK, let your heart cry again. Even if you weren’t born to cry like I was, even if your parts weren’t made to cry right, even if that’s the way it has been, beat beat beat that drum again….

Let your heart beat again. Pay attention to the stories, cry about them, let them come and let them go, laugh with the stories as though they are children. Love them like children, they are yours…

Laugh at all the horror,

all the gnarly,

all the horrible matters you have ever seen in your life. Laugh until you can’t laugh anymore. Someday those old doors will fall off their hinges. Laugh and wait… Laugh and wait….

Laugh….

Laugh..

laugh..

*sigh*

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*death?*

*BREATH*

*take it in*

*it’s going to be OK*

*DEATH IS HERE AND no worries*

*RIGHT HERE AND NOW, DEATH IS IN THIS ROOM and no worries*

*Let the chains fall*

*Let the chains go*

*If you are lost and wandering, come wandering in like a prodigal child? The walls will start crumbling and the gates will open wide. Watch for them*

Beginning,

Just let that word wash over you…

Story, let the words wash over you…

Shadows, let them step into the light of grace…

Closed doors, let them open with all hinges removed…

Closed chakras, let them open with all the energetic power of grace….

Let these words run through you, let them open you, let them move the energy…

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Beginning,

Let these word wash over you…

Stories, let these words wash over you…

Shadows, let them all step into the light of grace…

Closed doors, let them open with all hinges removed…

Closed chakras, let them open with all the energetic power of grace….

Let these words run through you, let them open you, let them move the energy…

Let your heart beat again. Beat beat beat with your mind and heart…. let your heart beat that Drum again. Pay attention to the stories, the awareness, the vibrations. Let them come and let them go, laugh with the stories as though they are children. 

Laugh at all the horror, 

and all the gnarly,

and all the horrible matters you have ever seen in your life. Laugh until you can’t laugh anymore. Those old doors are falling off their hinges. Laugh and wait… Laugh and wait….

Laugh….

Laugh..

laugh..

*sigh*

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all the matters you have ever seen in your life. Laugh until you can’t laugh anymore. Doors are falling away from their hinges. Laugh and wait… Laugh and wait….

Laugh….

Laugh..

laugh..

*sigh*

*LIFE*

*LIFE*

*LIFE*

*Freedom*

*Love*

*LIFE*

~Stephanie Bird