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?


“Take my hand 🤚 and run 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

<Ka!Ka!🦅 >

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Celibacy: SelfieS

Celibacy: SelfieS


Love is a race? Man, what can I say about this race of celibacy with men. Can’t live with em’, can’t live without them. I’m struggling with finding the right answer with men (and women).

I’m making “mistakes” left and right. Reading this aloud to the Selfie in me, you can probably see where this story about two stories is going to go. One will be my side, one will be his (or hers). One story will also be about this weekend and another will be about my past/future. With a future, believe me, there will be more stories…

A few months ago I decided to try and be celibate for a time. When I made that decision, I liked sex as much as the next person, but I grew tired of having that topic on the table as a possibility. I wanted abstinence for a time. I wanted to focus on my work, and I wanted to find a real future. Then this week/end, I had sex with a “guy” and I “broke my vow of silence” again.

Damn it…

The memory still feels good, and I would do it again and again and again… Which leads us to a part of what this story is about = sex.

A “sex life”?…

Last night, I had the opportunity to be with three men. Three options for my Saturday evening, and I hadn’t even washed my hair all day. There was a “Matt”, there was a “Joey” and there was a “TJ”. A few neighbors here, they are lawyers, musicians, or professionals. They are…

Can I just STOP!there for just a moment?

How is it possible that this story exists?

Who am I? Here in California?

I’m not sure, but my neighbor and I celebrated our lives last night when he entered mine. His documentary of a drama-filled life won with me in an unprofessional way, and I will probably chose “a” musician every time. Of course I will select a musician like my dad, a farmer like my grandpa, an artist like my mom and a home-body like my grandmother. Family? I pick the One who is struggling just as much as I am, and especially after having met me.

I picked a “new” guy last night, maybe he picked me too for a time, and I care about the future, mine and his. Tiger together or no, either way I don’t really care to “say” much more about celibacy. Write now it’s time to talk about the future, with or without sex. My future.

Now in this future, I live in California. Specifically today, I have an awesome space in Cardiff and I am considering my future these days when “life” is telling me that it’s time to start thinking about a different work and an alternate life. One where I plan my future in a more strategic way than I ever have been before…



Maybe? this means moving to Big Sur, or it might mean staying here and really finding a place that I can call “home”. Either way, I do appreciate my life today, just the same as I ever have.

It’s a beautiful day to dream of napping in Big Sur, it’s a gorgeous day to listen to music, and I am a beautiful soul filled with songs, mediative writing, yoga, waves, work and some vitamin?

p.s. the answer is D.


~Steph Bird




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:







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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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?


It is.

It always will be.


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..


In my own way,

I tried to stop you!


You didn’t know how to…

Non-violently communicate

YOU didn’t know how to…










Daughters &


Who were also?






Mean boys!

Mean girls?

When it happens?









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?


No more

Angry yelling!

Say you’re sorry?



he let.. Me Go…?


You let Me go?

He did, though I’ve written to Him, I’ve searched for Him, but it was all in vain because He let Me go. I am dead to Him, I don’t trust Him or believe in Him. I don’t believe in Him and I don’t even believe in “You” anymore. I’m sorry, but You are dead to Me, so to speak.

Let me go, it felt like surgery and it burned like the third degree, then I wondered whether it was worth all this time of pain. My insides were breaking and I felt that old ache again and again, then I wondered…

…What’s giving birth?



If You could let the pain of Our past go

The pain of Your soul

None of this is in Your control

If You could only let Your guard down?

You could learn to trust Me somehow..

I swear, that I won’t let You go!

If You could only let go Your doubts?

If You could just believe in Me now..

I swear, that I won’t let You go


When Your fear is currency

And You feel that urgency

You want peace but there’s war in Your head

Maybe that’s where life is born

When our façades are torn

Pain gives birth to the promise ahead

If You could let the pain of the past go

Of Your soul

None of this is in Your control

If You could only let Your guard down

If You could learn to trust Me somehow

I swear, that I won’t let You go

If You could only let go Your doubts

If You could just believe in Me now

I swear, that I won’t let You go

I won’t let You go

I’ll always be by Your side

If you could only let Your guard down

If you could learn to trust Me somehow

I swear, that I won’t let You go

If You could only let go Your doubts

If You could just believe in Me now

I swear, that I won’t let You go

I won’t let You go

There ain’t no darkness strong enough

that could tear You out from My heart

There ain’t no strength that’s strong enough

that could tear this love apart

Never gonna let You go

No, PLEASE don’t let Me go…


~dramatic flare by Stephanie Bird
Original song/writers:
Jonathan Mark Foreman /
Timothy David Foreman
I Won’t Let You Go
© The Bicycle Music Company

Test: 20180416:12:43, Over and Out

4 of 4: Rule #395 – Artists Secrets

Encouraging Comments (and Weird Referrals?)

Rule #395: ‘I am’ 4 of 4 @Birdanity

Can I tell you an artist secret?

I am 4 of 4. I’m not really a guy and I’m not really a nice “fella” either. I’m not really a gal either and though I’m as sweet as apple pie on a Sunday, for some odd reason most of my life I’ve gravitated towards deeper friendships with men than women. Guys, not girls.

I’ve listened to them, I’ve heard their collective voice and each one of them are still speaking in my head. They percOlate. Women and men alike, they are both there. I’ve heard them too and their voice is loud and getting louder and clearer as time passes. I’ve heard their worries, I’ve felt my own fears, I’ve stared them all straight in the third eye and said *ROAR*!

As time passes and I hear these wo/men more and more. I hear #me too. I am getting clearer about my purpose here and it’s to #create/me_too?

It’s to create ME! Like, me? Yeah, me too!

And since I am already rock solid in this foundational alien understanding that I have mutant DNA, I’m going to just go with what I’ve created so far. Don’t You think?

~Stephanie_M_Bird: Test: 20180410:22:17, Over and out…