Be U: 2026

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, February 12, 2026

Ring

Oh the ring...

Ring on the phone. Ring on the house camera. Ring on the door. Ringing in the ears. Ring on appliances. Ring on timers. Ring on your finger (and other places). Ring of Fire. Ring around the Rosie. I'm sure you may have your own thoughts on all the ringing throughout each day.

So many different sounds. So many different alerts. So many ways to pull us outside of ourselves.

Your trust and your truth matter.

May you bring yourself fully into your 'now' experience; as much and as often as possible. May you create your best experience of same.

Let your own love fill you up then answer the 'ring'; whenever it is possible to do so.

Your peace and fulfillment matter more than 'the ring'. How we react to everything and anything is our creation of each moment.

I wish You moments that honor yourself; as many as possible. As we honor ourselves, we are best equipped to honor out.

In every experience with every person and situation, we are the common denominator.

Booyah.

Let yourself breathe as you answer the ring(s).

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Chaosity

Hello my friends.

It has been some time. I am daring myself to show up and see what is up. Ha.

I hope this moment finds you being kind and nice to yourself; and many moments throughout going forward.

My brain feels overloaded, empty, beat up, curious and quite different than I've known it to be.

I'm working with/playing with new pathways, questions, answers. There is always an unknown-ness present too. Sometimes, I can think of the unknown as adventure.

These are scary times and fabulous times. Scary times because of deep change and awareness. Beautiful times because of deep change and awareness... And everything in between.

Lots and lots of data and information always able to bombard us if we let it.

May we choose to turn the 'bombarding noise' off from time to time and listen to what is going on inside of ourselves. May we do this often. If contentment is not yours, may you find it inside of yourself. Create it from inside of yourself. Connect to the presence of your own love.

Breathe and know that you are doing so. Pay attention to your breath. Play with your breath. Thank your own breath.

In these (what can feel like chaotic) times, may you ask yourself what is your truth and what can You do just now to best align with it.

Peace and Blessings.

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'!