Maeve Louise Heaney

Merging Music and Theology

The Smell of Green Grass

October 22, 2017
Maeve Heaney

Yesterday I learned a new skill: grass trimming! I not only got the lawn mowed and looking great, but felt accomplished and pleased with myself for this important new learning curve :)! It is the little things in life. I love the order. Whoever has seen my office and home in its more disarrayed state would never guess. But I have always liked order in the in-between moments of my sometimes way-too-busy schedule. Between each chapter of the book, after each important deadline reached, I rearrange my room, my kitchen, the wardrobe – whatever feels most in need or is most crowding my mind.

It allows me see things differently.

So the view out of my window is a deep green, neat lawn.

 

However, it is the smell of freshly cut grass that most holds me. I have always loved that smell! One more thing that has brought my mind homeward these past days…

It has been a while since my Irish melancholy raised its head. And I don’t mind. Actually I think it’s healthy, and allows me see the stuff, and people and work I do here from the conscious, real perspective of who I am, and where I’ve come from. It gives certain depth to my missionary existence, allowing past options and experiences shine their light on present concerns, even birthing new hopes.

The other catalyst for my Irish memory was a spirituality day I gave for two schools on the Gold Coast – St Kevin’s and St Brigid’s – on Celtic spirituality: a very blessed day, not least because of their openness and thirst for understanding but also because it allowed me re-explore the foundations of who I am and how I understand things: the world of meaning that gave birth to me!

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           (Letters M and H of the Book of Kells)      

Why I wear a celtic cross… Why I love running water and stone

            And strong, gentle women (St Brigid at the Irish college in Rome)                                     

And men St Kevin

                                          

                      And why The Deer's Cry is still one of my favourite prayers and songs. It is the groundedness of all things that stays with me… the beauty of every small, particular thing. And that God’s touching us is always in and through matter, the world, each other – through which we are called ever deeper into the One in whom we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:28). Achainím ort tríd an uisce Is tríd an aer glan anfach. Achainím ort tríd an tine, Achainím ort tríd an talamh. From Seán Ó Duinn, “Some dimensions of Early Irish Piety”, Anáil Dé, 90.   I beseech you [O God] through water And through the pure stormy air, I beseech you through fire I beseech you through earth…   Breathing in again the unique smell of freshly cut grass!

One Comment

  1. Hi Maeve, someone suggested that the following prayer that I used for one of the Quiet Days I run should be turned into a song. So I have reworked it into that format(I hope). All a bit scary as my music knowledge is rubbish so I was wondering if you could do something with it. I am not precious about it….what is freely received from God is to be freely given. And by the way I love this latest post on your blog. Trish
    My original prayer used for a Quiet Day.

    Jesus, Lord I seek your face;
    I stretch out my hands to You,
    My Lord, My Resting Place.
    In the chaos of this life, I seek Your still point
    where all is silent and focus regained;
    You alone bring shalom to my soul, only You.
    Your love alone is steadfast.

    Jesus, something within me longs to go deeper into You,
    past the waves and turbulence
    and down into the ocean of You.
    Held, and surrounded by love beyond words and thought.
    Beyond all things.

    Psalm 42:7
    Deep calls to deep by the roar of Your waterfalls
    all Your waves and breakers have rolled over me.

    Re-worked as a song format

    Jesus, Lord I seek Your face;
    I stretch out my hands to You.

    My Lord, my resting place.
    In the chaos of life, I seek your still point
    where all is silent and focus regained.

    Jesus,Lord I seek Your face;……..

    Jesus, I long to go deeper
    past waves and turbulence, beyond all things
    down into the ocean of You.

    Jesus, Lord. I seek Your face ……
    You alone are steadfast.

    You alone bring shalom to my soul, only You;
    I am held and surrounded by love

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