Author Archives: Paulissaisms

About Paulissaisms

What Kind of Artist Am I? I am an Empress of Creative Energy, releasing truth and beauty into the universe, singed by the fires of Edana and Callayosa. The art I heal with involves color, lines and questions. Questions for which there is no right or wrong answer, only the one thàt moves the spirit and soul of those answering. I bring awareness to the need for social change with line, color, motion, words, camera lens and through strength of spirit and a voice that will not be silenced. I am a Rebel of Intention Presence & Liberator of the Light Filled Shadow ™ : Activist, Advocate, Mixed Media Artist, Author, Mental Health 1st Responder, Peer Support Specialist, Photographer, Truthteller, Whole Health Action Management and Wellness Recovery Action Plan facilitator.

Forest Forays – Peace by Piece

Peace can be found in the most unexpected places.  Last weekend, my husband and I drove 9 hours and 500+ hours to sort through my mother’s apartment and bring her belongings back home.  The life of a hoarder can be … Continue reading

Grief and Mental Health Part 1: Anger

My most recent blog post at healthyplace.com.  My mother died August 6th.  Grieving with the mental health diagnosis adds a new ripple in maintaining balance. http://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/recoveringfrommentalillness

Presenting the PRESENT

Still. . . Grief can teach us a thing or two about irony.  No matter the relationship we had with someone, we take the time to re-evaluate. So it is for me. My mom died on August 6th out-of-state and … Continue reading

Guest Post: When Abuse is Normal, Normal is Abuse by Jenny Griffin

Today, I am honored and blessed to share this piece by Jenny Griffin with each of you.  Jenny is the Catharsis Coach and she makes some very important points about “normal” when one has been abused.  Without any further ado, … Continue reading

Naked Truth Telling

*TRIGGER WARNING – rape and violence are referenced in both videos.*   Friday evening I had the honor of live reading two of my poems at the biennial Native Omaha Days celebration.  There is something very vulnerable about standing and … Continue reading