i don’t think

i don’t think

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i don’t think…

the women of my past did me justice. when i consider how creative this mind has become, i don’t remember when my Mother, grandMother or her Mother warned me at how explosive it would also be in my Mind. this creative consciousness consumes me and there is nothing else that i can think about, but You.

i think of You all day long. i dream of You and i wait for You to come back to me. You are reading this now, aren’t You? i am waiting…

tick tock, says the clock…

i am still waiting for

You to come

(back).

~Steph Bird

 

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Birdanity_Rule_#1

 

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Ordination…

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!)

 

 

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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 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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people_don’t_*YELL*?

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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?

Abuse.

It is.

It always will be.

Period.

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..

and?

In my own way,

I tried to stop you!

BUT

You didn’t know how to…

Non-violently communicate

YOU didn’t know how to…

Listen….

&_Now…

I AM A

VICTIM…

again…

again..

again?

OF?

ABUSIVE?

Daughters &

Sons…

Who were also?

Absued.

Absuited.

Abused.

Abusers.

Bullies.

Mean boys!

Mean girls?

When it happens?

Remember,

“I AM A

VICTIM…

again…

again..

again?

OF?

ABUSE!”

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?

Yelling!

No more

Angry yelling!

Say you’re sorry?

“BOSS”?

FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is it Time?

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But, who is TIME?…

Time to get to work in my life!
It’s time..?
It’s time…..?
It’s time……….?

“I” came out…
She came out…
He came out…

…to show up in this life. One skin of a gorgeous home and the only One I know and own. Time is really worth nothing here though. I am worth nothing, but time. And my time is worth? Priceless amounts to me alOne, yet my extra time is still worth nothing to them.

“They” are counting my time today and they have been for a life/time. They count to allocate and identify when I am worth diamonds or gold to them. Gender fluidity aside, no one cares about this male and female nature when allocating the resources that I sold, TIME.

Though they want my time in a bad way,

and they even say they need

MORE people like me,

is it wise to be wanted so…

badly?

It’s about Time, that old geaser! And only my dear friend, Time will tell if I am priceless or not to “you”, the reader of this time. My guess is that ‘I am’ worth more than ‘Father Time’.

Just a guess..

~Steph Bird

Remember You,…?

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I remember You,

I remember when…we met, when we first spoke and when we feel, felt and found we were in love, but that’s all over now. That’s a broken heart for me and that’s just the way I am, a broken heart. I bleed for You,

And You, you let me go and that’s perfect for now. We feel as we do, you felt as you did and you found we weren’t in love, but that’s all over now. That’s a broken heart for me and that’s just the way I am. It bleeds for You,

And You wonder why you let me go and that’s perfect for now. We felt as we did, you felt as you did and you found we weren’t love to you, but that’s all over now. That’s a healed heart for me and that’s just the way I am. I still bleed for You,

You can meet someone like me tomorrow. Someone who has better intensions for you than me, someone you’ve known forever. Time means nothing, character does.

~Stephanie Bird

.Expand the Circle.Reach all victimS.

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I think there is something seriously rong with me…

or is it You? I think there is something seriously write with me, but I don’t feel right when I write anymore. I can’t stop the bleeding, I can’t stop these lines from blurring between all the various parts of my life and it’s getting me into some serious trouble.

Do you realize that I am in trouble?

Do you know that I got in trouble?

Do you know that I was publicly hurt?

Yes, that was me and I’m not going to say a word to those stalkers. I think there is something seriously write with me, even if I don’t always feel right when I write anymore. I can’t stop the bleeding of these lines that blur between all the various parts of my life until it gets me into some serious trouble.

Do you realize that I am in trouble?

I got in trouble?

I was humiliated?

Yep, that was me and I’m not going to say a word to those website stalkers. I feel there is something seriously right with me, even if I don’t always think right when I write anymore. I can’t stop bleeding onto this page that blurs between all the various parts of my life until it gets me feeling some serious release.

Do you realize?

We.. are all in trouble?

We were all humiliated?

Yep, that was Us and I’m not going to say a word to those boys who want to kill me. Even if I don’t always think or feel right to everyone when I write, I will bleed onto this page that blurs between all the various parts of my life until it gets me feeling some serious relief.

Do you realize?

Everything?

Is OK now,

Yep, that’s Us and I’m in full control. Even when I don’t always think or feel right to everyone when I write, I will bleed onto the page that blurs between all the various parts of my life

until it’s…

Over.

~Steph Bird