Saying “I’m not afraid” over and over got Cheryl Strayed from the Mohave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State – over an eleven-hundred-mile solo hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. I tried it myself this week–the mantra, not the hike–and it worked. I got through another moment. Cheryl Strayed had many moments on the trail with dangerous animals, a snowstorm, and misery.
Monday, October 20th, I was with over 2,000 people listening to Cheryl as she spoke from the lectern at Concordia College.
She dropped bits of wisdom throughout the night.
“Don’t make fear my God.”
Her book reading was different from all others that I’ve attended in that she never read a word from Wild. She talked to us. We could have been gathered around a very large coffee table.
I had her book, Wild, for as long as it took her to do the hike – a summer–before I read a word. I was resistant because I didn’t want to be disappointed. I thought the praise for her writing might be because she was a local girl done good, and if I picked up the book the story would fall apart in my hands.
Enough people recommended Wild that I finally opened to the first page. Whoa.
I looked around the gymnasium at Concordia. A couple thousand people, including me, could relate to her story. How did she do that?
“It’s the only book that spoke to me,” said my friend sitting next to me. Her husband passed away eight months ago. “People know that I like to read. I got a lot of books, but this was the only one….”
“How can I bear the unbearable?”
Therein lay my answer. Universal truths. Truths that apply to all people.
“Love is the nutrient that we need.”
“Alone with something I couldn’t lift but I had to lift it.”
December 5, Wild will be coming out in movie theatres.
Cheryl invited me to the after-party. She invited all of us. How did she make me feel included in her trajectory?
Her author page on Facebook has 105,627 likes. She’s been accessible, not losing herself in her climb.
In my research of her many interviews and talks around the country she didn’t lose herself in the publishing process or the making of a movie.
“In a heroic battle to make my way back to myself.”
During the evening Cheryl spoke about refusing to allow herself, her writing, or her story to be pigeonholed. Wild isn’t just for women. 50 percent of her correspondence is from men.
She left me with a ‘how to’ for when my book sells: Go in expecting respect and politely inform others. An artist shouldn’t defend his or her work.
Her book is powerful but she is even more powerful.
“I’m not afraid,” I can imagine her … me … and all of us … continuing to say on our own personal hike.