Teresa Marchese

Move Often. Eat Well. Live Love Create. Relax. Take Up Space. Be Great.

Hurry! Jump before the son goes down! #oceanswim #therocksolidlife #ilovemyfriends
Rue Royale, New Orleans
the difference a day makes... (swipe for next pic) #sanfranciscosummer #outdoorworkouts #trailrunning #ilovewhereilive #ilovewhereiwork
Some like it hot.... with Angelique, fellow wellness maven visiting from Kauai #summerluvin #meandmybuddy #healthandwellness #healthandbeauty @kauaiholistics
These are the way life be... #rocksolidmornings
Self-portrait at Sutro Baths. #rocksolidforlife #trailrunning #oceanbeachsf #surfsup
Evening constitutional at Land's End. #onthetrail #sanfranciscobay #ilovesf #ilovejakestone #rocksolid
At Rock Solid we say, there's no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing.. Gear up. Hit the trail. Walk the beach. Jump in the cold water. Feel the west coast weather on your skin. Taste it on your lips. #nosuchthingasbadweather #oceanbeachsf #walkintherain #rocksolidforlife #oceanswim
Almost 20 years ago, a cute guy smiled at me in a new coffee shop, in my new neighborhood. Besides, his smile, I was drawn to him because he was drawing. On our first date, he brought me a rose, freshly cut from his mother’s garden, First Prize, a fluffy, sanguine blush. A week later, I collected a bundle of autumn leaves and grass*, and tied them together with a torn-page-piece from my journal – the entry illegible, but provocative nonetheless. He sketched me a pear and a castle. I gave him a piece of dried kelp. We found each other through our findings. We connected with our creations. The first time I walked into his art studio, I was mesmerized: the colors, the forms, the sanctity of space - canvases full, bursting with ripe fruit. I asked him today to tell me what he noticed the first time he walked into my space. It was that I, too, created. I collected and made art of driftwood, sticks, stones, shells, and bones. Our passions were romantically stirred. Now, they are stirred in other ways. We are called to passionately stand up, to passionately speak up, and to passionately stay strong. As this spurs, let's not forget to love each other, and to show each other how much. Let this be a Valentine's call to arms. Your arms. Around another. We are all makers. Everyone is creative and resourceful. Express your love with something made from the heart. Show someone you’re thinking of them with something you found on the beach. Write a poem. Draw a pear. Whether art from your heart or another’s, give meaningfully. Give passionately. Remember your first connection. And go there. *Part of this dried bundle happened to be poison oak. I’m an outdoor-girl, but wasn’t yet familiar with the California woods. Jay didn’t want to spoil the gift by telling me, but soon a mysterious rash appeared on my arms, face and neck. Femme Fatale, he decided. Yet we endured. We endure. Passionate Heart Art on display this weekend at Jay Mercado Studio 4754 California St., San Francisco Sunday, February 12, 10 - 4 #make love #passionateheart #makeyourownart #valentinesgift #rocksolidforlife #troublecoffee #showyourlove #keepitreal #isabelladisclafani
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