Did anyone take their Universal Life Church ordination as seriously as I have when I became a minister sum years ago? Maybe that was the whole point of the ULC and their core tenants that ministers “must” uphold:

  1. Do only that which is right.
  2. Every individual is free to practice their religion however they like as long as their actions do not impinge upon the rights or freedoms of others and are in accordance with the law.

In either case, the ULC has made my life a sacred place today because I’m able to navigate to this online community where and when I’m not sure what else to do. Sitting with Lady Gaga to my right and Stephen Colbert to my left, these noble artists and I light candles together as fellow ministers of the cloth. Then after the ceremony, I scribble out some rules about candles.

Birdanity Rule #1

All humans are naturally endowed with the right write to control their own life (time).


Birdanity Rule #2

When you get _____, get up and go for a walk if you can.


Birdanity Rule #3

Seriously folks, go get some vitamin D if you can.


Birdanity Rule #4

Alright, alright, “you’ll go walk the dog now?”.


Birdanity Rule #5

Give thanks (a lot) today, and write some p.s.

~Stephanie Bird  (aka, p.s!)



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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Are you a Super Hero?

I read a post this morning about What a Break Up Can Do to You and in her story, I felt that older than time History where I can definitely relate. Heart-Break City is a place I visited recently, but it was a short trip and I didn’t stay too long. Flying back home alOne, I still wonder sometimes what happened to my super hero best friend who love(d) me too…

…I Will Be My Own Super Hero!

..but I am looking for…

a Super Hero too!

So let me go

I will be my own super hero

I will be a big wo/man

Who fights like everyone else

This masquerade?

I don’t wanna be a part of any parade

Everyone deserves a chance to

Walk with everyone else

While holding down

A job

to keep a boy around?…

And maybe buy me some new strings?

So You and I can go out on the weekend

And we can whisper things…

Secrets from our

American dreams

But we needs some protection..

And I’m a kid like everyone else..

So let me go

I will be my own super hero

I will be a big wo/man..

And fight like everyone else..

So let me go

I wanna be Your super hero

I wanna be a big wo/man

I wanna fight with everyone else..

This masquerade?

It’s all part of the parade…

Where everyone deserves a chance to

Walk with everyone else..


I QUIT!? (Still, Let’s be still)


 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?








~Stephanie Bird


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

(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




p.s. Do you QUIT?



Devil’s Advocate?



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



2018:0405:00:12 – & One…


When my pseudo-Pastor of a Dad found out that I was molested, when he really heard me in my 30’s after I told him the story in adult words, he said,

“If I had known that, I would have killed that man.”

Pastor Dad tells me loving words and my guess is, you are a human being who might be able to come to appreciate this story I am telling you too, at least a little. But I don’t want to just be grateful for the story, I want to be respected as a Reverend and Pastor too.

One Reverend of Birdanity, a place that memorializes a story about a Pastor who was a Shepherd to many people. Serendipitously, I had my own Pastor Shepherd back in 5th grade during a time when I was molested, and I’m certain that he did the best he knew how at the time that I went to school there, a place where he was also the Principle of our non-profit wealth and community money. He was doing the best he knew how as a non-judgmental party of One, and when it came to my story, he wanted to let the “he said : she said” be over.

He was a judge, he was a healer, a peace keeper and he was just like a Stephanie, a James, a Max, a Sandy, a Saint and I am absolutely certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that my older Pastors have mentored this younger Reverend well. As this wisdom of all these ages combined, he was just doing the best he knew how at the time. He was just a man who was a Pastor, he was just a Shepherd and he was GRACE to the world too.

Period, end of story?

No more ends of stories until this end of mine when I STOP! being this fe*male* *roar*ing Reverend of some Universal life church I called Birdanity, a heavenly place that I’ve never heard of too. I love my Father, the farmer’s son, and for wanting to kill anyone for me though I know he never would. I love my Mother for protecting me once she realized I was scared, I love my family for encouraging me to speak up and I love this voice and story about an old church we once called our Gethsemane. It was so…

I was so…


~Pastor Stephanie Bird