I remember as a young girl with my dreams and not knowing where I was going with my big dreams. And in my childhood, I was mentored and supported by so many teachers. I was surrounded by great teachers. I was inspired by inspired teachers. And I thank them with all my heart for sharing their love of teaching.
Whether it was a math class or a drama class or world religion class or a chemistry class, my teachers loved what they were teaching. They were inspired by what they are sharing.
I believe we all have a purpose. And we can also choose our purpose.
And for me, I lit up when I express myself through movement, art, writing and creating.
Movement for me is an expression, an art form, freedom and a transformation of the body and the mind.
And even before I can create and be inspired, I move to the beat of the music, I move to the beating of my heart and I move to the rhythm of my breath.
When I was growing up I expressed myself freely with my movement and beaming with my big dreams. Whether I was in math class, drama class, world religion or chemistry class, I was taught by inspired teachers. And even though, I was not really interested in math or science, I was very interested in learning them, because my teachers loved what they were teaching.
This part of my life is a huge anchor on how I strengthen and listen to the beating of my heart as I grow older. It is a practice that I continue to sharpen and rediscover as my body and my mind changes as I grow older.
I want to share this inspiration to the youth of today, because I want them to remember the spark that lights up their dreams or encourage what they love and that they have someone, a teacher or a mentor, supporting them.
I want to encourage them to move and express themselves with their own voices, their art, their writing and to express their creative minds to whatever way that supports their dreams without holding them back.
I was once a young girl with big dreams who moves to the beating of my heart and I will always remember my inspired teachers supporting my rhythm.
Photo taken in Victoria, British Columbia by Rose Cortez