"Nature remains. Every moment of light and dark is a miracle. We convince by our presence. I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best."
- Walt Whitman
A Professional Bio:
Stacie Hammond is a librarian by day, and a magical, time-bending creative (writer) by night. Her latest book is Wild Horses and Mistakes. She is busy loving life and working on her next project. Her greatest creation, to date, is her incredible son, who gets the majority of her attention.
What can I tell you? Well, I was a people-pleasing kid; I was stellar. Petite, polite, well-mannered, good grades, a cheeky smile, and I listened to my folks. I chased faeries through ferns in the backyard and was delighted to be their Queen. I took good care of them. I was born into a life of beautiful, magical stories.
10 years old - nasty bike accident; thought I was dead. Began studying the esoteric and spiritual, beyond "church."
15 years old - I was a terrible teenager. I caused trouble, I got bullied, I cut classes and hated high school, mostly. I did music and gym and flirting well, the rest was a train wreck. I daydreamed through classes. Worlds upon worlds in my minds' eye. I wanted world peace. I wanted to make contact with benevolent species from other worlds. I wanted to heal people with just my hands. I wanted to create stories that would help people see the world differently. I developed a rather unhealthy obsession with poetic and melancholic singer-songwriters and binged Singles every night for a while. Found Frank Sinatra, fell in love, never went back. Started therapy - swallowed pills - learned the names of the inexplicable sadness that would visit: depression - and the frantic feelings of not knowing what was coming or that the moon was going to crash into Earth at any given moment: anxiety. I was a sullen, lost brat and wanted to live alone in outer space, but was somehow really fun at parties. (Psst, it was the booze.)
20s - I tried college, because that's what you do, and got put on probation. Apparently, they want you to show up, too. So, then, I just worked. I hustled. I worked my way through retail gigs, all over Nassau County. I smoked Parliaments and shot pool and cursed a lot. Stalked local bands with friends and cheered, but never shared my own music. Met some fun chicks working for Blockbuster Video, we moved to Boston for a bit. I partied, hard. I kissed a cute boy from a local college, a lot. He was fun, but really obsessed with his hands. I rode the T. I walked the esplanade. I drank a lot; too much. In retrospect, I was numbing my life out. I cried through nights and talked to angels. I searched and searched and searched for the thing that I couldn't ever find. I felt displaced in my life, like I was living a lie, and had no idea how to get out of my false self and into my life. The life I was supposed to be living. Anxiety raged, an uncle died, a grandma got sick, and I moved back home.
Finally, I went back to school and excelled. 4.0 average. Honors. I became an academic and had big plans for success. I was growing up. I lived through September 11, 2001 - and as the towers fell and planes crashed and heroes said "let's roll..." I had my first experience with a life-changing perspective. I made a bucket list and swore I'd do everything I wrote down. I began to really pay attention to humanity - and our patterns of behavior. Life became super-fragile and I became softer and even more sensitive. I read Fahrenheit 451 and promised to always protect the information. I studied more deeply in all areas - academic and esoteric - and read everything I missed in high school. I fell in love with Shakespeare and felt found, again. I started writing poetry again and art began to sizzle, within. I fell into a soft, spiritual path - the Divine Feminine - and its guided me and healed me ever since. I found sisterhood.
30s - Library school. I switched from retail to service and everything shifted. Everything felt better. I was working for a greater good, not just a paycheck. Got married; it didn't take. We had a baby though! I get to be a mommy. (Best thing ever.)
40s - Single mother. Established career. A deeper call to the spiritual path and creativity. I wrote Ana J Awakens, as I healed through a divorce and wanted to do so with flair. I wrote Wild Horses and Mistakes, as I did my inner child work and trigger therapy and met my dark shadows, up close, as I allowed my reinvention. And now, I can look back and know that everything I sought and searched for all my life... I found deep inside, in solitude and connection and silence. I've learned that the sacred parts of life don't need chasing. They need uncovering, because they've always been there.
My work now is to honor that inner-connection and find ways to express it fully - and to help others do the same - to begin the process of uncovering that sacred spark, that wildness.
I've found that my greatest tools to deal with anxiety are: self-care, creativity, immersion in Nature, and a steady spiritual practice.
Photo by Mark Shatraw
Mother. Librarian. Storyteller.
I strive to be deeply grateful, balanced and healthy, a source of inspiration, and in love with my life.
I'm passionate about: natural beauty, music that gets me, the magic of childhood, authentic people, artful food, well-made bourbon, museums, kindness, empowering women, and Frank Sinatra.