Be U: November 2025

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.

Thursday, November 20, 2025

Imagine

Just breathe. Relax your shoulders. Let your chair and/or the floor/ground underneath you support your full body weight. Let go. Breathe in. Breathe out.

May you take as full of a breath as possible.

Imagine your body letting go. Relaxed. Calm. Vibrating wellness.

Imagine filling your body up - every cell - with your love.

Imagine any and all tension dissolving; replaced with comfort and love.

Notice any lingering tension. Go there. Feel it. Acknowledge it. Let it go.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Honor yourself with whatever comes up; with whatever is requested or feels right.

You are the love and answer that, just maybe, You are looking for.

You lovingly open to what is and what is felt.

Breath in. Breathe out.

Thank your body. Thank yourself.

Feel gratitude rise way up; along with deep gratitude way down.

Your body, your way, your journey... You.

You being You. Genuinely You. This is how it is time for us all to roll.

Love and honor thyself, the process, life and living. Live your truth with trust that we have everything within us to live our own individual journeys.

May you roll but may you also rock... and soar.

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Breathe.

Breathe. Be. Breathe again. Close your eyes. Breathe. Be. Breathe again.

I realize I am going mindfully back to my breath more. Into my breath more often just now. I cannot so quickly seem to get myself and/or my mind away from all the 'noise' constantly readily available to most of us. So, I sit in my breath when this choice feels better/best.

Part of me thinks it's, most likely, a great thing that this 'noise' is here and we can choose how to react and/or create anew along with it and through it.

Part of me wants to take a break and/or hide from it and not be aware so continuously.

Part of me wants to stay in my inner peace and never come out.

I'm sure there are, yet, other parts of me experiencing this life of today through every breath I take in many human ways.

This being human is a real journey of and through so many possibilities - endless possibilities.

You are unlimited. Your life is most fully available in the here and now.

I read where someone said that 'I have had a million issues in my life. Only 100 of them were true.' Our minds, thoughts, reactions and experiences surely can conjure up possibilities that we want everything to do with and possibilities that we want nothing to do with. Some are easy. Some are not. And, everything in between.

This is your life; your journey. You are the only one that lives it continuously from birth to death.

May you breathe as much of what it is you want to experience and how you want to experience it as much as possible.

As you enjoy a moment or time, fully engage. As you are feeling that you are experiencing moments or times you would rather not, breathe and step outside of it and realize your best potential through it. The truth of; the reality of your full experience. See it and live it through as much self-love as possible.

Is it possible that a 'bad day' is maybe just a 'bad moment' that is partial of the day...

Is is possible that something that frustrates you shows up to teach you and connect you to a better way of being You... Breathing through...

Breathe.

May you honor yourself and your breath.

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'!