Be U: Memorial Day

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day in the United States. It is a holiday that is taken to commemorate our 'fallen' soldiers and it also is a day that we welcome in the summer.

I'm having a bit of a struggle with the words 'fallen' soldiers. They have fallen and I do honor them and thank them in the name of service and 'fight' for freedom.

The truth for me is that they are not 'fallen'; they were killed in combat; hurt in hatred; and wounded forever. Themselves, their families and all who have been touched by this; which are most.

I wish for a day that Memorial Day is a celebration of ONLY the memory of war; the honor of human life and a celebration that as we remember; we do better.

Killing doesn't bring about a good, warm feeling to me. It doesn't bring peace and harmony. It can bring pain and anguish for all involved.

Yes, humans like the win. Humans like outdoing. Humans like knowing about their strength through another being weaker. It is what most were taught.

I say look in the mirror and, perhaps, we are our ONLY competition. Our fight within. When we learn to flow, accept, allow and speak nothing but truth from a place of lifting one another up and winning this way, there will be no 'fallen' soldiers from war.

Perhaps, it is the war within that creates the war without...

I surely do not know. I only know how I feel. I feel better in peace and harmony than pain and anguish.

It is my biggest, longest dream that we all find life and living in peace and harmony a happier, calmer... -well- the only way to live...

I can do my part and speak my truth and share my inner knowing and love. Our beliefs, inner knowing, experiences and thoughts are the only real thing we have some power over.

May you create memories of peace and harmony within [and without] as much as possible.

Happy Memorial Day to all those who celebrate it. Is it our freedom that we fight for; or is it just a fight... Can freedom come from not fighting back.... I do not know... Are we free now... I do not know... It is something that I would love to experience connected to one another through the bond (love and trust in) of what gives us breath... Our universal system as One...
Amen

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!