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 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?

Deck#1:Card_One_

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

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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.Β 

Laugh at all the horror,Β 

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

 

 

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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Lucky#188

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Just for a moment…

I will believe that LuckY#188 will find You,

Let it be this sentence, let it be this phrase, this art on a map of Big Sur and this statement that keeps You, coming back with commas and words about this art-work and sketches and one-of-a-kind paint/brushes. Let today and tomorrow and the next day after be the day that you read this art-filled statement and you say something back about myΒ Art?

Just for a moment, can we feel Lucky#188 together?

Well I’m not sure I believe in LUCK either, truly, but,

Comma, *gulp* I do believe in love…in everyOne,

I believe in Lucky#188 posts of letters to You,

So just for a moment, let it be Lucky#188

Let You, be Lucky#188 to me,

Lucky that I found You,

Lucky me,

Comma,

just..One,

Stephanie Bird

I am not sure who she is either,

but this wo.man “says” she loves me in poems.

from Cali, it’s freaky Friday.. quite frankly, comma, **gulp**.

*grin*

*ROAR*

LegallY*I_AM*

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Fact is…

Legally, I’m not allowed to write to You. I’m not allowed to tell You that I love you. I’m not allowed to reach out or touch anyone with that message of hope. These days, it’s almost like I’m not even allowed to think of you either. Thinking should have been rule #One if You want to talk full control, but,

Case in point, the fact is that this poem is for You, legally and time permitted. I wrote You another love letter that further solidified the very fundamental certainly certainty that I am *NUTS* about You, even when I was a nutty Bird you didn’t even want to know.

Those are the facts of a Case that isn’t a very legal One at all and because I wrote way too0000ooo000ooo many love letters to: You, that further solidified the very fundamental certainty that I am certainly *CRAZY* about You, even when I was called a nutty Bird. No worries…

The fact is…

I write to You,

Who?

Just One….

~Stephanie Bird