BIO

Valeria was born in Brazil and grew up in a small town before moving to the United States. She is a certified personal trainer and winning fitness competitor with more than twenty years of experience in fitness, both as a professional and an enthusiast. Her background includes performance in dance and music. She was a rumba Flamenco dancer for Gloria Estefan’s venue in Miami. Valeria is a Buddhist and a vegetarian. She has been studying and deepening her practicing Tibetan Buddhism for the past two years at the Karmapa KTD Temple in Woodstock, NY, and at a Shambhala Center in France.

 

FIT FOR JOY  COACH

FORMER FITNESS COMPETITOR, SINGER/SONGWRITER, and RUMBA FLAMENCO DANCER.

 

OR SIMPLY ... THAT WHICH IS ONE WITH LIFE

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow -- 
even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch, 
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, 
learning to sing in my new nest, 
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, 
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, 
to fear and to hope.The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river. And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond. 
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. 
And I am the arms merchant, 
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.I am the twelve-year-old girl, 
refugee on a small boat, 
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate. 
And I am the pirate, 
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.I am a member of the politburo, 
with plenty of power in my hands. 
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. 
My pain is like a river of tears, 
so vast it fills the four oceans.Please call me by my true names, 
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, 
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.Please call me by my true names, 
so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart
can be left open, the door of compassion.

- Thich Nhat Hahn

It doesn't matter where we've been once we find our way back home.