The Skylight

You were the one for skylights. I opposed
Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove
Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed,
Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof
Effect. I liked the snuff-dry feeling,
The perfect, trunk-lid fit of the old ceiling.
Under there, it was all hutch and hatch.
The blue slates kept the heat like midnight thatch.

But when the slates came off, extravagant
Sky entered and held surprise wide open.
For days I felt like an inhabitant
Of that house where the man sick of the palsy
Was lowered through the roof, had his sins forgiven,
Was healed, took up his bed and walked away.

by Seamus Heaney

Gareth Higgins introduced me to this extraordinary poem by his fellow Irishman Seamus Heaney. He then read a list of some of his skylights. It inspired me to do the same.

My Skylights

Raspberries and chocolate. The sound of water dripping in a cave. Peanut M&M’s. Rollercoasters. Andrew Wyeth Paintings. Lavender. Alone on a fourteen thousand foot mountain peak summit. Painting with watercolors. Hiking. Crossing the finish line of a marathon. Running. Passionate love. Getting caught in the rain. Science Fiction. California Wine. Scary movies. Magic. Royal Tokaji. The feel and smell of soft leather. A massage. Long walks in the woods. The smell of a log cabin.  A very, very, long massage. The beauty of the female form. Old books. New books. Books on a Kindle. Any book. Especially when written by David McCullough, Ayn Rand, Ursula Le Guin, Madeline L’Engle, Fredrich Beuchner or Irving Stone. Montana. Alaska. Downtown Austin. Sitting on a porch during a thunderstorm. Winter snow. The real thing and the song by Audrey Assad. My iPhone. Back porches. Fireplaces. Spending time with my daughters. NFL Football DirecTV Ticket. The movie Pan’s Labyrinth. Did I say magic?

What are some of your Skylights?