Week 1 Project: My Full Sail Story Expanded | HOLDING UP THE SKY

Women Hold Up Half The Sky, 2019, Jeanine Michna-Bales SUFFRAGENOW: A 19th Amendment Centennial Celebration Exhibition, Elisabeth Ney Museum Before I started Full Sail, a traumatic brain injury wreaked insanity and uncertainty on my life.

Albeit a mild concussion, this ghost in my brain was the effect of something unknown and seriously the matter with me for the past few years.

I always thought I wanted to work by day and create by night.

As a single mom, providing was my primary goal, while creating and entrepreneurship are in my soul.

But then, I returned to work as the doctors ordered, and my injury worsened.

Denying my better judgement and forsaking my well-being to be this team player my company needed.

Because of that, I was forced to resign from the harassment of management and their wretched “work or be disciplined” policy.

My patience with them was lost when I opted for self-care over the audacity of corporate oppression.

Because of that, I was losing my creative bent- working with people who didn't care two-cents about my well-being.

Uninterrupted sleep, ER trips, Morphine drips, and antidepressants were daily obligations to survive my new inabilities.

Because of that, a friend sent a link to FSU where she was enrolled, suggesting I consider the Creative Writing degree program.

She’d been the confidant who knew best that creating was the quickest way to my recovery.

Until finally, I decided again, that investing in the cost of art school at fifty, was more rewarding than surviving in the kraken -that is corporate America.

We agreed that even if I got better overnight,  the betrayal of my former employer had radically redefined me.

And ever since then, I am focused on my healing, whilst curating the #spiritjewelsofmamashouse photo series, whilst embracing my studies and prospective career in Digital Cinematography.

My network of creative and artist friends inspire me to create, teach and learn - and hold up the sky with purpose.

 Anyone can teach you about love. I can make you good at it.

| Photography by Jeanine Michna-Bales. Pose & Prose by Jackie D. Rockwell | All Rights Reserved © 2008-2021 |

WK1 Exploration: Start A Blog & Tell A Story

Before I started Full Sail, a traumatic brain injury wreaked insanity and uncertainty on my life.

I always thought I wanted to work by day, and create by night.

But then, I returned to work as the doctors ordered, and my injury worsened.

Because of that, I was forced to resign from the harassment of management and their wretched 'work or be disciplined' policy.

Because of that, I was losing my creative bent- working with people who didn't care two-cents about my well-being.

Because of that, a friend sent a link to FSU where she was enrolled, suggesting I consider the Creative Writing degree program.

Until finally, I decided again, that investing in the cost of art school at fifty, was more rewarding than surviving in the kraken -that is corporate America.

And ever since then, I am focused on my healing, whilst curating the #spiritjewelsofmamashouse photo series, whilst embracing my studies and prospective career in Digital Cinematography.    

 Anyone can teach you about love.  I can make you good at it.

| Photo & Prose by Jackie D. Rockwell |All Rights Reserved © 2008-2021 |

I Am a Peace Blogger... Please join me for a glass of Dona Nobis Pacem: Blog 4 Peace 2017

The opposite of love isn't hate, it is fear. Though this has been a happy and prosperous year for me, my personal worst encounters have been negative angry scared stressed out people driving cars. Reminds me of how things were just after September 11th. We were scared out of our minds, operating out of fear rather than faith, as we had no idea what was going to happen next. While negativity goes on around us, and we want no parts of it, we know we must focus on what we do want in order to thrive.  Today, I wanted to write a poem for my Blog Blast 4 Peace 2017 entry, but my brain, in defiance of metaphores, rhyme and rhythm could only come up with antonyms for the word PEACE. So while all other Peace Globes you will come across offer more positive expressions, my spirit commands I make visible what is the opposite of peace... It is not a focus point, but demonstrating & affirming what it looks like when we are operating out of fear... Which ultimately blocks any semblence of peace.  It is okay to speak and see these worste case scenario works in writing, so we can do the needful to change some things and manifest the PEACE we say we want. 

Cheers! 

Speak them now, then forever hold your PEACE:  agony. war. rage. unrest. distress. anxiety. worry. turmoil. restlessness. violence. chaos. difficulty. fighting. stress. discord. anquish. ruckus. commotion. fear.

Whether or not you're a blogger, feel free to join the family of peace lovin' bloggers.. Start here at Blog4peace.com and affirm with the founder of the movement, Mimi Lenox & a worldwide collection of Peace Blogger friends- 

that words are powerful & this matters. 

| This original photo & commentary by Jackie D. Rockwell |All Rights Reserved © 2008-2021 |