<Wild>讀後

讀後


 

這部電影正在上映，因為是關於Backpacking hiking 的電影，自然在我必看的計劃之中。 2月14日Calgary 機場，等機時給自己買了這本書作生日禮物，沒有想到， 竟會成為我的第一本很仔細的從頭看到尾的英文小說。

書作者用細膩的文字描寫了她自己徒步走完1100 miles 的故事，那是1995年。途中寫了她遇到的各種各樣的人和事，更穿插寫了自己的童年，母親的去世，和繼父，和前夫的故事，以及自己的迷失。 或許因為和作者同齡，或許許多的心理描寫也寫到了很多人的內心深處，這本書成為暢銷書。

From lost
to found on The pacific crest trail.

每個人都有迷失的時候，迷失是痛苦的，作者的迷失是從母親的去世開始的， it broke me up, it cut me off, it
trumbled me end over end.

It took me
years who take my place among the ten thousand things again. ….I didn’t know
where I was going until I got there. It was a place called the Bridge of the
Gods……..

She really
wanted to be a good wife of Paul, she wrote: it didn’t go that way,  I was who I was, the same woman who pulsed
beneath of her old life, only now I was somewhere else.

She wrote:
it only made me beg the universe to give me another chance. To let me become
who I needed to be. Much I loved and admired my mother, I spent my childhood
planning not to become her.

It seemed
like a long time and also it seemed like my trip had just begun, like I was
only now digging into whatever it was I was out here to do. Like I was still
the woman with her hole in her heart, but the hole had gotten ever so
infinitesimally smaller.

Miles weren't things that blazed dully past. They were long, intimate straggles
of weeds and clumps of dirt, blades of grass and flowers that bent in the wind,
trees that lumbered and screeched. They were the sound of my breath and my feet
hitting the trail one step at a time and the click of my ski pole. The PCT had
taught me what a mile was. I was humble before each and every one.

Here is the crater Lake,  一個我要去的地方。