It turns out the more my hater hates on my cleavage and boobies, the more I get to post about them! For the attention, fun and distraction, I thank you.
It’s where my heart is now – wired for worry. Yet I’m hopeful I can release them and keep them moving on the wings of butterflies.
We are more than the sum of our stories. In telling those stories we can both reveal our humanness and declare our progress. We can make those stories our own and open our hearts to the stories of others – and to our whole and beautiful selves. This is one of my stories, part of […]
After digging out from a difficult task, there is light and realization. In the sacredness of everything, taxes stand beside butterflies. A sacred rite.
In a beautifully meta moment, I used my new thing to reveal my new thing: Thanks to the Blue Fluorite heart, I introduce to you: Rock The Butterfly Essence.
Discover the power and meaning of words by sinking into their Essence Mandalas. Yet another way Teresa Deak breathes Beauty and Ease right into your heart.