Moving Toward Beauty: Answering the Wild Calling

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Step into the wildness of your calling; beauty answers those who move toward it — Mary Oliver
Step into the wildness of your calling; beauty answers those who move toward it — Mary Oliver

Step into the wildness of your calling; beauty answers those who move toward it — Mary Oliver

An Invitation Into Wild Vocation

Mary Oliver’s line beckons us beyond comfort into a vocation that feels untamed yet unmistakably ours. In her poems and essays—think of Wild Geese in Dream Work (1986) and the reflections of Upstream (2016)—she treats calling not as a résumé item but as a way of being attentive to the world. The “wildness” is not chaos; it is aliveness, the pulse that draws us toward what is most real. Thus, the first step is not grand achievement but willing presence—a readiness to be reshaped by what we meet.

Movement Turns Listening Into Answer

From that readiness, Oliver urges movement: beauty “answers” only when we advance toward it. Action converts longing into conversation. Thoreau’s Walden (1854) models this practical leap—he went to the woods to live deliberately, not merely to theorize. Likewise, Rilke’s “Archaic Torso of Apollo” (1908) ends, “You must change your life,” implying that perception demands motion. In this light, calling is less a bolt from the blue than a path made by walking, where each step reveals the next.

Nature’s Reciprocity of Attention and Gift

Moving toward beauty also means learning its grammar of reciprocity. Oliver famously writes, “Attention is the beginning of devotion” (Upstream, 2016), suggesting that the world replies in proportion to our care. Her daily walks—echoed in poems like “The Summer Day” (House of Light, 1990)—show how close noticing yields unexpected clarity. As we attune to birdsong, weather, and the tilt of light, the environment ceases to be backdrop and becomes interlocutor. In turn, the ordinary glows, answering us with a steadier, humbler joy.

Calling, Craft, and the Discipline of Awe

Yet devotion matures through craft. Beauty answers the pilgrim who shows up with tools—journal, practice, and patience. Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit (2003) argues that ritualized work invites inspiration; similarly, Pasteur’s maxim, “Chance favors the prepared mind” (1854), reminds us that readiness is generative. Oliver’s spare lines are the product of disciplined looking and revision. Consequently, honoring a calling often means building small, repeatable structures so that awe can find us reliably.

Risk, Thresholds, and the Courage to Begin

Still, every beginning carries risk. Wildness asks us to trade certainty for encounter. Joseph Campbell’s The Power of Myth (1988) reframes this as “follow your bliss,” not as self-indulgence but as consenting to a path whose contours appear only after we commit. John Muir’s declaration, “The mountains are calling and I must go” (1873), echoes the same fierce pull. By crossing thresholds—submitting a draft, entering a forest alone, starting the conversation—we signal our seriousness, and beauty answers in kind.

Practices for Moving Toward Beauty Daily

Practically speaking, small habits enact this movement. Dawn walks reclaim attention before the day scatters it; field notes sharpen perception; and tech sabbaths restore depth. Artists sketch; scientists keep lab books; gardeners deadhead blooms—each a modest approach to the threshold where beauty responds. Even embracing wabi-sabi—the Japanese aesthetic of imperfect, transient beauty—trains us to welcome the world as it arrives. Step by step, these practices braid longing with embodiment.

From Private Calling to Shared Stewardship

Ultimately, the wild calling ripens into responsibility. Beauty’s answer is not only personal exhilaration but communal care. Aldo Leopold’s A Sand County Almanac (1949) proposes a “land ethic,” widening the circle of moral concern to soils, waters, plants, and animals. Today, participation in efforts like eBird (Cornell Lab, launched 2002) turns attention into conservation data. Thus the path begun in solitude arcs outward, where private devotion matures into public stewardship—and beauty, once pursued, becomes protected.