According to Cheryl Strayed in her recent hiking memoir Wild, some people are more susceptible to magic than others. Trail Magic, that is. Cheryl, a 20-something young woman from Minnesota, set out to walk a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail – a 2,650-mile trail that begins (or ends!) in Mexico and travels up and down and up and down and up and down through California, Oregon and Washington before crossing the Canadian border.
Trail Magic can be anything from a sandwich or a ride to the nearest town to a beer left in the river usually given to a long distance hiker but really to anyone out on the trail for a couple nights or more. Of course, the longer the hike, the more magical the Trail Magic is! Strayed, it turns out, is frequently on the receiving end of Magic.
Magic happens off the trail, too. Last week at my first UCSD Extension class, a random student approached me while I was staring at the campus map sign. She pulled out her phone (there’s a UCSD app!), looked at my class syllabus and pointed me in the right direction. Campus Magic. Sunday morning on our way to church, Eliot and I got a flat tire (my third this year!). Before I could get Geico on the phone, a man pulled over to help. He changed my tire and followed me to the gas station to add a little air. Road Magic.
Trail, Campus, and Road Magic offer me hope and give me something to strive for. There is risk involved on both ends – giving and receiving – but the opportunity for growth and gain is so much greater. And if nothing else, taking the time to perform a little Magic goes a long way in making someone’s day. (Believe me, I know!)
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