Be U: Fall Colors

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.

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Fall Colors

The skies have been extra entertaining and deeply colorful recently. I'm grateful to see pictures of all the beautiful colors from the fall leaves on the trees in the northern states. It is a most beautiful time of year. The reds, yellows, purples and oranges. The bright vibrant colorful leaves 'snowing' and 'floating' down from the branches to the ground.

When I lived up there, I found it so much fun to decorate with pumpkins, corn stalks, hay bales, mums and cabbages. I really liked the purple ornamental cabbages and the combination of both orange and white pumpkins in all sizes. The deer and squirrels would love to eat the ears of corn peeking through their peeled back covers as to add the yellow corn color to the full experience. Then add ‘Indian corn’ with squash and gourds and the exhibition of fall colors and natural decoration was complete.

Now, I live in the most southern USA state (on the east coast of Florida) and I was blessed to see beautiful fall colors like a natural painting in the sky and there was nothing I needed to do but notice it. 'Paradise' comes to mind for me.

May you know and believe that paradise is a state of mind and you can live in it any time you open to it and choose to let it be paradise for You.

Ask yourself what makes you happy. Ask yourself what makes you feel most whole. Ask yourself what opens you up to feeling the magic of being You. Ask yourself what uplifts you and brings you great joy. To the point when you are in a zone of gratitude and completeness living in the moment with no thought or experience of anything outside of this being here now. You are fully in this wondrous moment you are currently experiencing.

Allowing ourselves to do what we want, when we want, with who we want and how we want can be the most freeing and one of the greatest invitations for the rising up of the glory that is within us.

When you see me living in my glory, perhaps, the easier it is for the glory inside of You to engulf you. And vice versa.

Choose kindness. It seems to work best for all to share our truth (our best way) through kindness.

Oh, when we trust our instinct and desire with no harm rendering forth, paradise lives on and through us. It surrounds us. It embodies us.

May you create what is 'paradise' to You. No harm done; through your truth, trust and wisdom. Let it be an adventure to live the truth of the life that is within You to live out loud, openly and free.

May you let your true colors snow, float and revel in and on by living in the reality of your experiences through consideration, acceptance, honor, wholeness and assuredness.

May you honor your own and others' true colors.

Together, may our true colors [and paradise] fall into place especially now when we are watching, witnessing, questioning and experiencing so much in life that has taken the 'normal' away.

From what many of us considered 'normal' to humanity being unique and allowing love to ride and drive us forward into all new experiences and creations of paradise for You, for Me, for Us.

Just look at the colors. They are magical and miraculously beautiful. They are a part of us. We are a part of them. To me, they feel like a promise of beauty to always be available. to You, Me, Us.

Learn. Teach. Let go. Grow Anew. Invite Paradise. Thank You.

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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'!