Rev Martina Schmidt's Blog

This video was sent to me by a friend.  As I watched it I felt deep sorrow rise up for release, healing. I cried for myself, for my daughter and for all women, tears of gratitude. I did not even know the depth of wound that was within my own soul for the injustices of the divine feminine. I felt the sincerity of these men and my heart wept, my soul celebrated at their bravery and humility. I feel hope for what could be- do you?

Tay's Birthday wish with her Grandma watching This is from Tina Fey- one of my favorite comedians.  It is a Prayer for her daughter, and being the mother of a 16 yr. old, I can so relate. Enjoy! First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called ...

I took this self portrait a few days ago.  The necklace, which reads "Courage to be ME" was something I made for myself years ago.  On the other side of it is a picture of Calamity Jane, cowgirl boots and her gun included.  Some days, I just need to wear it.  Life has been messy and challenging lately, things are changing all around me and inside of me.  Don't get me wrong my love, I'm up for the challenge, as long as I've got my cowgirl boots and gun at my side (grinning). Really though, joking aside, it's my courage that I find to be my greatest asset in life.  The courage to keep getting up, keep telling the truth, and even when I'm tired to keep asking for more.  It's how I'm made and I trust the one who put it inside of me to teach me how to use it in the best way possible.  So, courage has to be challenged to grow and fear has to be stared down in the face with a bring it on attitude in my world. So let the changes come- let the wor...

Oh my dear sweet heart, how I cherish you. Your tender heart is soft with tears and open open open. How I long to hold you close to me and bring you a cup of tea, to wrap you in love blankets and sing you a song of you. The world is busy and full, but you can take your time my dear sweet heart.  You will not be left behind. Oh, how the Universe sings when you sit quiet and listen. The freckles on your face remind me of all the angels who have kissed your cheeks whilst you were sleeping. Rest my sweet heart.  Rest your angel heart & wings. All is well and life holds itself awake for your return.

I found out in the last week that my son is moving away.... far away, 9 hours to be exact.  He is only 17 years old, but life's twists and turns have opened a path that he simply cannot refuse. It's time for me to let go and watch him "fly" literally. Out of his boredom with school (he was a junior) he decided to play around on the computer system, which lead to his expulsion.  Yep, explusion, no more chances- you're outta here.  All our expectations for how his life would flow in the last two years of high school, prom, senior year, graduation- gone, in one day, all gone. Once the shock and anger wore off, the question arrived, "How do we turn this into something good?" God brought the answer, albeit an unexpected one.  Logan's dream is to be a pilot, he is 4 short hours away from taking his final check flight for his private pilot's license.  A dream he has been working on for 16 months now.  My father, who lives in southern Missouri is a...