International Psychic, Spiritual Healer, Teacher, Author & Professional Artist Rev Martina Schmidt shares her life authentically- including conversations with her spirit guides.
She has a part time healing/soul coaching practice and also owns an uplifting store in Sedona called Soul Shine where she shares her artwork and focuses on uplifting humanity one soul at a time.
Today I made my big cup of strong coffee and poured it into my favorite bright red rooster mug with sunflowers painted inside and sat down to create this beautiful piece of art. I was inspired by a blog I read and an image I saw by Melody Ross this weekend about Resting.
On Friday I had sat down and done my morning meditation and drew a guidance card for myself as I love to do most days- and the card I drew was REST. I frowned when I saw it, thinking "why? I feel pretty rested already..." Then I saw Melody's blog and I remembered that, like Melody, I love my work and can find myself submersed in it 7 days a week. It rarely feels like work to me, seeing clients and working on my class materials and web promotions. I love it all, however..... my soul knows I burn out easily.
I am reminded of my teenage daughter who ran out of gas twice in one month, stalled out on the side of the road, crying and upset because she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her car- never thinking to check that darned old gas gauge. Both times my husband patiently filled up the gas can, drove out to get her, filled it up and showed her the miracle of automotive engineering. She is a very blessed little girl though, because "magic gas" now finds it's way into her tank on occasion... she has a daddy angel watching over her. She is learning- learning to pay attention to the little indicators and to not get so caught up in the whirlwind of her life that she forgets the basics.
She gets it from me. Y'up I'm guilty indeed of forgetting to pay attention to the little cues my body and my life try to give me that I need to slow down and refuel. So, when I drew the guidance card, and then when I was directed to Melody's blog- I stopped and asked myself, "what's the harm in resting this weekend?"
So I did- in my own way.
I downloaded a new Sookie Stackhouse book, painted a birdhouse, took long naps, went out to dinner, cuddled with my hubby, watched "no brainer" television, took slow deep breathing walks, sat on my back porch, stared at the rain and created this beautiful art work to remind me of it all.
That's resting for me. Not laying on a pile of pillows for two days, but more of a not thinking about "shoulds" and just doing whatever I feel in the moment like being and leaving all work activities out of it.
Even though I did lay around in bed a lot and my butt sure enjoyed the couch for a few hours and.......
I am a Witness to LOVE.
The Angel's Light is Entering the Scene (note if there had been a flash it would have reflected off of the stainless steel around the window- also note, that is not a sign to the left of the light)
The Angel's Light Opening to Receive the boy- Carried by Christ into the light
On Wednesday May 30, 2012 I was in the last train car of the Missouri River Runner, which had just left St. Louis and was headed to Jefferson City where my dear 18 yr. old son was going to pick me up. We had taken the train down for the first time in 22 years- so that I could return my son's car to Wisconsin for him, while he flew his new airplane home.
We expected no delays and a beautiful trip, even though that morning I had a quick premonition that we might hit a boy on our train ride. The thought was painful and felt so bad that I quickly dismissed it thinking- "what an awful thing to think". That thought later came back to challenge me, as exactly that situat…
I have a card that sits in my art room, that I purchased at Three Sister's Spirit which reads: I'm fairly certain that given a Cape and a nice tiara, I could save the world
Now, aside from the literal translation- I love this card and it's truth because of what it reminds me about myself and my life.
My "Cape" is my faith of a divine plan for my life. I carry it on my shoulders as a sense of responsibility to myself and to my fellow souls on this Earth. I know in my heart I am here with a very clear purpose and that my life will flow and carry me in each moment towards expressing that purpose. If I enjoy it or not, it's my choice.
I discovered my purpose in 2001 at my ministerial training retreat. Our teacher had suggested that we go sit with God, alone, and listen to why we had been called to the ministry. I admit I was afraid, not of hearing nothing, but of actually hearing something that felt too big, or heavy to take on.
A friend of mine is going through what I would call an extreme challenge. Her son faced a very difficult situation years ago- he was a teenager and had a long term relationship with a young lady who was also a teenager. After he turned 18, the relationship ended in a bad break up- as most teenage relationships do. The young lady, angry about his ending things, decided to make him 'pay' for leaving her and reported to her mother that the relationship had been an intimate one (and perhaps you already know where I'm going with this). Because of our federal laws, this is considered sexual abuse and this young man ended up in prison for 3 years.
I remember when it happened. It sickened all of us who knew and loved him. How could this happen? It made no sense to me- the unfairness of it all. The relationship had been consensual and they were only 2 years apart in age.
Through this whole ordeal, he kept his head high and his heart open. He overcame those 3 years with in…