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 🏃‍♀️ 🏃 ♪( ´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 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

<Ka!Ka!🦅 >

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#Earth_dayS#

#Earth_dayS#

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Earth…

I’ve been looking for a “home” here

looking up at that Blue sky,

the Birds

the Trees

the Sun

the Moon

staring up

or down at it

since I can remember…

&

then

I remember famous quotes about dots…

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Look again at that dot.

That’s here.

That’s home. That’s Us.

On it everyone you love,

everyone you know,

everyone you ever heard of,

every human being who ever was,

lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering – thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

To me, it underscores our responsibility

to deal more kindly with one another,

and to preserve and cherish

the pale blue dot,

the only home we’ve ever known.

— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

Copyright © 1994 by Carl Sagan,
Copyright © 2006 by Democritus Properties, LLC.

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p.s. home… Earth?

There is this world,

then there is “you” in this world.

You and that picture

I found of someone like you…

I still love you,

but you’re

going to have to show up!

with tacos!

with tacos?

Yes, tacos…

&

Welcome to a different “me”

to a different = we

Where it’s?

“the only home we‘ve ever known”

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Free.. as a Bird?

Free.. as a Bird?

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Is this “my happy place”?

Everyone needs a happy place. I do, and lately I’m not sure where I live anymore. Is this my happy place?

Having lived in Cardiff-by-the-Sea for a couple of years now in this California adventure, this life I lead may seem close to a Disneyland experience, but it doesn’t feel that way today. Instead, I’m waking up at 4am and wondering whether I should even get out of bed anymore. I’m staring up at the dark silhouette of a popcorn ceiling, realizing who I am as this human that people call “Steph”, then closing my eyes and wishing for my own Disneyland.

But, no fuzzy sweatshirt or old memory from Disneyland is going to fix the way this life feels today. Nothing is going to fix “me”, I’ve never been to Disneyland and I was never totally broken. But I have been feeling these energy shifts in the Universe and it almost feels like an Earth quake in my life is coming. I can feel “her” power and these cracks are showing the stories rippling through me.

Time being ever present, today’s focus in my personal life will be to apply for at least One “new” job today. That’s the goal, applying for One “different” job with my handy-dandy resume and cover letter. One job at a time, one resume at a time, one day at a time and until my days are over, that’s going to be my personal life.

Splitting this altar ego, today’s focus in my professional life will be to apply myself at my One job today. A job here at ? where. That’s the goal, applying myself at my One job.

…today I will move (away). Today I will find? Disney’s land…

 

~Steph Bird

p.s…

(“You’re not allowed to officially or even unofficially move to Disneyland or even be “Birdanity” yet. You don’t make any money at Birdanity! So how’s that life going to work for YOU? How is this work to YOU?!?”

I’m not sure yet, but this feels like charity (work). This thing called Birdanity that I created several moons ago, this word I invented, this journal that you are reading, and this equal pay = equal work thing that I believe in…this work?

As a human Bird, I’m not a popular invention yet. Probably because I’m free as a Bird and quite frankly, one that keeps getting sick. Almost healthy, my life is… sick!

but it’s still 5am…

time to stare up…

at the ceiling again…

dreaming of a day…

someday….

when ‘I am’ with ‘You’

(again)

I QUIT!? (Still, Let’s be still)

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 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?

Toomuch:

2Ask?

Plea

sE

…..

~S

~SMB

~Stephanie Bird

@birdanity
#birdanity

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

(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

dare

anyOne…)

 

p.s. Do you QUIT?

Too?

 

“You,” a music hoarder?

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Spark a fire in You,?

#me too: I listen to the most random display of music that you’ve ever seen. It’s 500+ songs of old school iTunes and a playlist of one button they named Shuffle. Perhaps I’ll get there where you Spotify-Jesus freaks live, but I’m not there yet and because I love the vibrations that I’ve already collected. I love like appreciate (and can sing to) every song as though it were a child and I’m not ready to let all these kids go from my library. I’m a music hoarder, if you will.

Speaking of music hoarder, I wanted to also tell you that I am a food hoarder too. As this single wo/man of One, I: 1) buy more groceries than I am able to eat, 2) I accidentally let it go to waste because I didn’t plan my days in sequential order perfectly, then 3) think of the starving children everywhere and 4) get really mad at #me too.

I get “mad” or “sad” because I still have these little ways in my musical and nutritional spectrum of wellness in life that are just so damn imperfect, especially when I live with monks who watch EVERY thing I do, say, and consume.

Seriously though, kid monks, I also still eat ice cream like it’s an occasional crack addiction and that’s just going to have to be OK until it isn’t.

Until I reach perfection and the perfect state of wellness,

I just wanted to report to the world

that I am perfectly?

Blissful, just like

You (even……

when I am

not).

~Stephanie Bird:Test:20180409:19:02