Pursuit of Beauty

A small brown bird pecking in the dirt. An ordinary sight I’d rushed by a hundred times. However, something about her dedication drew me in.

I’d only intended to stop for a moment but was soon captivated. With increasing momentum and fervor, her small beak tapped the hardened soil. Unable to unearth the desired object, she employed her tiny claws. Scratch and peck. Scratch and peck. Deeper and deeper she dug. A common sparrow with the tenacity of an eagle.

I’d assumed she’d conceded defeat when a passing bike forced her to fly from her task. Soon, however, she was back, working with more strength than seemed possible for such a small creature. Finally, after what must have been at least ten minutes, she lifted her head slightly, something red lodged in her beak. She tugged to no avail, clawed away more dirt, and tugged again. After several attempts, the item for which she had labored was free – a fragment of red ribbon. Satisfied with her reward, she flew off, the colorful scrap trailing behind her.

I’ve reflected on that bird’s passion and perseverance many times since that day. Why did she invest such time and effort? Why not go for something more readily accessible or at least useful? I doubt she mistook the ribbon for food or that it was the missing piece she needed to complete her nest.

 I wonder if perhaps she wanted it not because it was necessary or sensible, but simply because it was beautiful.

In general, I’m quite a practical person. I typically base my appreciation for things and experiences on whether or not they serve a purpose or meet a need. I like efficiency, effectiveness, and progress. While this mindset has generally served me well, it has also stunted my inclination to seek beauty.

I have long thought of beauty as something to be enjoyed later. After the tasks are complete. After the assignment has been submitted. After the lists have been checked. Beauty, for me, has been the reward for hard work. The thing of which I am not worthy until the demands of life have been satisfied.

Sometimes, beauty is an easy reach that requires little effort. The sparkle of a celebration, the wonder of nature, the flair of a grand gesture. Other times, the search is tiresome. We must dig through tedious chores, mundane routines, and packed schedules to locate even a glimmer. 

And then, there are seasons so heavy that even noticing beauty seems irresponsible, indulgent, or impossible. This is when we must be especially alert, catching glimpses of light God has planted along the darkest paths. Quiet, more subtle forms of beauty - a soft scent, a gentle touch, a soothing song, a meaningful conversation, a small kindness, a generous thought.

I’ve been wondering what it might look like to pursue beauty with the grit of that sparrow. To appreciate its intrinsic value. Not to deny the ache but to exist alongside it. Not to solve a problem but to lighten the load. Not to erase what is difficult but to simply offer a moment of delight.

Put yourself in the way of beauty.

Cheryl Strayed