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?





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It’s 4am again and here I am, writing to You live from…where am I again?

In any case, there’s something about privacy and security that I care very little to try and keep safe or sacred. I’m told that I should protect my privacy and even my identity and assigned number, but removing every piece of data about “me” from every picture, post and expression would also remove this peace of mind that I already feel. A peace that surpasses all understanding, I am safe.

I am safe, I am safe,

and I am a safe person.

<Repeat, repeat, repeat.>

Do you remember when we were kids and we played games with “safe” zones? When there were places within the game that you couldn’t get “out” or “killed”? I want to live in one of those safe zones as an adult too. I even want to be a walking “safe” zone, and because I can guarantee you that I’m usually the first monkey to speak up, push back, take you outside if I need to, then spank you with my bare hands as you run home to Mommy or Daddy to tell them that someone didn’t play fair.

Fair.. is also recognizing that lately, I need a “vacation” from my regularly scheduled programming of a life. I’m tired inside, I feel fairly hollow and almost empty. I’ve been writing to You for all these years, but I’m not sure why anymore because you never write back.

There’s very little to live or fight for here on Earth, and when men whom I’ve never met send me messages like the one above, there is at least a moment where I get scared for my life and physically worry for my own safety. I fear my life in a legitimate way, and that’s not 100% my fault either.

What do I do with all these fears?

I ? close the windows, lock my doors at night, then crawl into bed and curl up into a ball alone to cry my fears to the God of my understanding. Hoping, above all hopes, that tomorrow I will wake up and the Earth will be a “better” place than it was the night before. Sadly, the world is never “better” than it was the night before and instead, it gets darker and heavier as the days ware on…

It was never the God of “your understanding” or a human who will “save me” from this fear now, my future life or my past. It was never a human who will “kill me” either. Instead, it was simply me, alone, who made this mess of a skin. One that hopes someday, I will feel “safe” again in this suit…

I am safe, I am safe,

and I am a safe person.

<Repeat, repeat, repeat.>

~Steph Bird

p.s. If I suddenly can’t be found and my friends/family have no idea where I went? Roger Davidson from Florida(?) ‘rogerd327’ wrote the above (and yeah, I’m legitimately a little scared that someone I’ve never met is “claiming me”, but a man’s gotta be able to express himself as a hunter too, I suppose…).

I am safe, I am safe,

and I am a safe person.

<Repeat, repeat, repeat.>