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!🦅 >

#birdanity #birdanityart #birdanitygame #birdanitywords #notforsaleortrade #copywrongtowrite #write #create #art #artoninstagram #birdanitytarot4kids_deckOne_cardOne #cardgames #games #gamestop #love #kidsgames #spiritforkids #spirit4kids #stillblessedyogi @stillblessedyogi #warrior #warriorsgame #lovingkids #lovinglife #lovinhwhatido #lovingwhoiam #lovingwhoimbecoming #lovingwhoyouare #insideandout #naturelovers #comfortableinmyownskin #skin #bruised #hurtinginside #kaka! #birdspirit #birdanityspirit

She’s a lesbian?

She’s a lesbian?

5CABC29E-8C11-4B6B-B428-6FC0445E10EB

People do strange things,

“Stranger danger” things like sending videos of their naked parts to wo/men like myself, with zero solicitation and at random intervals that make no sense. What gets real is when they do it repeatedly, even after a few friendly requests to stop.

Considering Roger was a “friend” from a few years ago, my only hope is that there is safety in friendships and even social media when I post that @rogerd327 or “Roger Davidson” is someone who keeps sending me naked pictures of himself. After making the cease and desist request, he called me a lesbian which literally made me laugh aloud.

I am “peace out!” and in, as they say here in California and I laugh it away too. That’s what we do everyday, isn’t it? Speak our mind, eat our soup and then laugh about it at the end of the day. No one meant anyone harm, or did they?

*sigh* What is even more alarming to me about Roger is that he now believes I am “the one who got away”, yet “my diary” is out here for the world to see and he has zero interest in reading my work. My sexuality is all out here, and it’s clear who I appreciate in my life because I write about those people.

Wait, does that mean I care about Roger too? Yeah, I still hope he finds a form of healthy elsewhere. What he wants to display to the world is his own expression. More power to him somewhere else.

It’s clear “my style”, the type of people with whom I prefer to spend my time, they are unique, and handsome in soul. With that in mind, whether I am lesbian or not is none of Roger’s bees wax unless he wants to dive into this wax at Birdanity.

~Steph Bird

p.s. There is an agape love here for a Scorpio, but she’s just One of many whom I accidentally killed with kindness. Mother may her, that was only after she started it when she was trying to kill me too. *sigh* another friend lost…

#Earth_dayS#

#Earth_dayS#

images

Earth…

I’ve been looking for a “home” here

looking up at that Blue sky,

the Birds

the Trees

the Sun

the Moon

staring up

or down at it

since I can remember…

&

then

I remember famous quotes about dots…

images

Look again at that dot.

That’s here.

That’s home. That’s Us.

On it everyone you love,

everyone you know,

everyone you ever heard of,

every human being who ever was,

lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering – thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

To me, it underscores our responsibility

to deal more kindly with one another,

and to preserve and cherish

the pale blue dot,

the only home we’ve ever known.

— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

Copyright © 1994 by Carl Sagan,
Copyright © 2006 by Democritus Properties, LLC.

images

p.s. home… Earth?

There is this world,

then there is “you” in this world.

You and that picture

I found of someone like you…

I still love you,

but you’re

going to have to show up!

with tacos!

with tacos?

Yes, tacos…

&

Welcome to a different “me”

to a different = we

Where it’s?

“the only home we‘ve ever known”

images

Steph_Bird_MOVES? 2_Birdanity.com!

Steph_Bird_MOVES? 2_Birdanity.com!

7AB1B87D-231A-4091-97A9-EFE6BB2F997F

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……

IMG_5646 2

people_don’t_*YELL*?

people_don’t_*YELL*?

2EA571E5-29BA-497E-9B6B-B93E4C723E36.JPEG

Bosses don’t… YELL?!?…

No, they don’t and they shouldn’t. When/if they cannot control their temper and when interactions become so heated that they reach out and slap you with their words by way of their yelling, it’s considered abuse. It’s highly sensitive, it’s highly emotional, it may even be understandable when sHE becomes HEated, and it’s?

Abuse.

It is.

It always will be.

Period.

End of story.

but wait…

Dear Sirs,

or madams,

Who? YELL,

You are abusive!

I tried to tell “you”!

I tried to meditate with “you”!

I tried to be quiet and listen!

I even tried to tell “you” to stop!

I told you yelling was UNHEALTHY!

I told you in all the ways…

I could remember to tell..

and?

In my own way,

I tried to stop you!

BUT

You didn’t know how to…

Non-violently communicate

YOU didn’t know how to…

Listen….

&_Now…

I AM A

VICTIM…

again…

again..

again?

OF?

ABUSIVE?

Daughters &

Sons…

Who were also?

Absued.

Absuited.

Abused.

Abusers.

Bullies.

Mean boys!

Mean girls?

When it happens?

Remember,

“I AM A

VICTIM…

again…

again..

again?

OF?

ABUSE!”

Speak UP!

Or fore!/ever hold your peace?

(THIS IS Magic to YOU?!?!?!?!? It’s….non-violent communication RAINBOWS to me!)

That’s what this is!

Rainbows about?

Yelling!

No more

Angry yelling!

Say you’re sorry?

“BOSS”?

FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is it Time?

6C009A24-C165-43CD-818B-6D08F0E88AC8.JPEG

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

I QUIT!? (Still, Let’s be still)

156C3ACB-CB37-4693-9D03-61AF09CA5E42

 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?