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 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

<Ka!Ka!🦅 >

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A Church of Her Own

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“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal

with the intent of throwing it at someone else;

you are the one who gets burned.”

It’s time to let go of these angers, I just feel under the weather. Under this national rain cloud, I am getting soaked to the skin. Trying to find my umbrella, but I don’t know where to begin. And it’s imply a rational weather. I can’t even hear myself think. Constantly bailing out water, but still feel like I’m going to sink.

Because I am under the weather,

And tomorrow, I need to make a doctor’s appointment because it feels like I am on fire.

 

 

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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whut as tHiS, cHeRch?!?!?

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Is there ever a right church?

A light church, a right One? Aren’t they all? Nah, I doubt it, at least I haven’t found just One that is totally right for me or on the light side of life. A few of them are into meditation, while others are down with dancing, and yeah, I tried a lot of dancing churches, but who’s to say which One was right?

#Happy_Sunday_to_those_who_WROTE_today…

#Birdanity was right for me, this is all I know.

It was the right space for me to grow

and expand these wings.

It was a place where I could become light,

where I could *breathe* and then exhale.

It was for a Bird,

it was for me

and it was for You,

too.

You?

But you just got here, didn’t You.

Welcome to….

the right place for You today

and tomorrow, I hope

come back again

real soon…Y’all

come back

nowYa_

here?

*grin*

~Steph Bird

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#To_Taxing_comb-OverYouS

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It’s Taxing to be humanS today…

I am not an Art/ist today, they say…but, I hate when this art waits until the last minute to do something that I hate. It’s taxing me to hate when I write, and I hate to write when I really need to be “doing my taxes” to identify my other work and this Birdanity as non-profit writing by day or night. It’s required of me, they say and my society needs me to pay or be paid today for my time when I am not a super-hero, like today when…

It’s time to step up to the plate

or see what’s in the plate,

so to speak.

I work all day too, a “farmer’s daughter” and a “white collar” or “blue collar” “hard worker” just like you, but do I owe the non-church state, or does that non-church owe me? Do I owe the government, or does the government own me? What was on that WWW-form? Does the government owe me squat, probably not?

I dunno, they would say my taxes account for my freedom, for my government, for my rights, for my right to write, so it’s time to fly and really account for my taxes this season and the next and the next until? One season after another when they first assigned me a ###-##-#### and a name, they say they owned me back then and today, it’s taxing to be human.

I am a Bird, but I need to be human today with a name and a #########

I gotta get it together to write my taxes…

It’s time to step up to the altar

and see what’s in that Bird plate,

so to speak.

I am.. EASY does it…

Stop laughing…

I promise,

I’m not mad

about paying Taxes

to: men with Trump

comb-overS

I gotta get it together…

It’s time to step up to the altar

and see what’s in the plate,

so to speak.

~Steph Bird

~Steph Bird

~”Stephanie Bird”

your friend,

your little sister,

your little brother,

your ___love?___,

“Bird”

 

 

#Birdanityart

#Birdanitypoetry

#birdanitypaysITstaxes

#you_too?…

 

I QUIT!? (Still, Let’s be still)

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 Can I tell You one last story?

My guess is that it’s not going to be a pretty one this time because I need to tell you that,

I quit?

I quit!

The Native American in this melting pot feels like my soul is being stolen with these talking pictures and wires. This is a lot of hard work “being seen” here on this Earth, here on this web and when “I” look around me today and see all these pages of words, buttons, applications, inter-webs, outer-webs, systems to connect our webs and platforms of data to protect the walls of this data… all i really want in this life is to put down this number on my forehead and even this phone to be with the people i love.

To: Family, colleagues and friends, i want to sit around a camp fire with each and every One of You someday. Period. i want to get to know You like i’ve never known You before, and “i” want to be heard some too. Just for One moment after moment, i want to hear Your whole story and THEN? “I” will need to just be still. Together?

Just for a moment, can we be still?

Please, is this too much?…

One day soon?

Toomuch:

2Ask?

Plea

sE

…..

~S

~SMB

~Stephanie Bird

@birdanity
#birdanity

(just for today?)
(just tomorrow?)
(when is good?)
(when?)

(do you read me?)

(do you COPY?)

(10-4, this is Little Selah,

do you read me?

Over and out…)

(make a comment,

I dare You…j/k?

I don’t double DD dog

dare

anyOne…)

 

p.s. Do you QUIT?

Too?

 

Devil’s Advocate?

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A nickel for every time i played the devil’s advocate?

I do that too, and if you want me to really be brave, it’s this devil’s advocates who are really my advocate. When someone plays my advocate, when they are on my side even when my side is the wrong side (of the law), that’s a real devil’s advocate. That’s love and I am all about unbelieving all the lies that I was told about lawyers, judges and devil’s advocates.

Everyone’s name is given, but honestly, nobody asks us who we really are? After so many years of living, you wouldn’t think the answer would still feel so far for some. I’m slow too, but I’m smart, I’m left brained and right, I’m a morning and a night, and maybe it’s time to step outside those lines and see who I find? A devil’s advocate.

Too, it’s about unbecoming what I never was, a devil’s advocate. It’s about unlearning what was never true. It’s about unbelieving all the lies that I have been told. Unbecoming is the story of my soul unbecoming.

The scariest thing in this devil’s advocate sentence is offending and disappointing everyone’s vision of who I should be, but the only way home is to fly on my own until i know and see that it’s about unbecoming. It’s about unlearning what was never true. It’s about unbelieving all the lies that i have been told.

Unbecoming started the story

of my soul.

~Stephanie Bird

#unbecoming
#unbelieving
#devilsadvocate
#lawyers
#judges
#pastor
#birdanity