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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 πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ πŸƒ β™ͺ( ´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?

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“Take my hand 🀚 and run πŸƒ πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ”

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You?_Art LOvE

You?_Art LOvE

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This is where my Dad tells me to go…

if ever there is a problem I cannot solve, a solution I cannot find, this is the book my Dad said I should consult. Anywhere in this “good book” is good because it is the Holy Bible and according to my Dad the farmer’s son (and the man who is also love to the world), this book is LOVE. This is his book, he loves it and that’s my Jesus bookmark from the Mystical Life of Jesus that I am living out today from the book of Daniel while reading the book of Daniel.

Here i am in that book, and today it’s about Daniel. Today it’s even about Daniel’s confession and prayer to God. It’s Daniel’s vision even, one about a ram and a goat.

Rams and goats? Sounds like a game, and I’m not sure about all that yet, but I have, “Discover(ed) how extraordinary you really are,” (or so they tell us). I did discover how extraordinary I really am and that kind of power is worth?

Nothing, actually because we all have it in us. This thing called love. We all have at least a little bit of life and love left in us to give. To forgive. To love?

I do.

Do you?

Do you love me?

Do you love me now?

I do…

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~Stephanie_Bird

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 JesusΒ 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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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Writing for You?

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Writing for You?

It’s 5am again and here I am, seeking You here. I look for you everywhere, even when I know that You don’t exist. Or do You? Clearly, you do because You are reading this and good morning to you too, my love.

I lost an earring yesterday and serendipitously, it reminded me of an old story I heard when I was a kid. One about a woman who lost one gold coin among many, yet she searched for it as though it were her child. That’s how I feel too, and when I write that I search for You here, yet never find You. There are gold (and diamonds) everywhere, but Yours is the only One Piece of Gold that I want to find here.

Like my precious Sky, I am a golden retriever too. A golden retriever who.. needs some dental work and a long vacation from an already vacation-filled destination of a stress-filled life. No complaints really, but this ache for One piece of gold among many is speaking to me softly (and them’s good words).

~Stephanie Bird (+ Sky)

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