Hi Marika, thank you!
Jason Stelzner 🌹🍁

I don’t think you flubbed it at all! — a reader is always going to bring their own stuff to your words — I think that’s what I love most about writing and reading. It’s always an amazing puzzle to me. I’ve been thinking a lot about Fall turning to Winter and the not so subtle metaphor there and also thinking a lot about the past and change and time marching forward, and the flute/music as a metaphor — and I’m afraid I brought all of that to my reading of your lovely poem.

I was particularly struck by these lines:

The future is the first to hear her fall


Knowing the grim permanence of casualty

I went and read your response to Wild Flower — I’m so glad you linked to it. What a gift, that ❤ As I reread your piece with this in mind, I clearly see the backstory woven through it — and somehow, my own personal meaning comes through even stronger — don’t mind me — I have rich internal life :)

I have always loved the flute — I came so close to picking it up. Eons ago I was signed up in the 8th grade to switch from orchestra (where I played violin) to band (where I would play flute) the following year — but then I switched schools and dropped both. I’ve often thought I’d like to pick up the violin again. Music is so special.

Hey — not fair for you to turn my compliment for you into a compliment for me! — I’m so glad you’re liking the Coffee series — it’s been fun to write. I can’t tell you how much it means to me to know it’s being followed and enjoyed. It warms my heart like nothing else.

Thanks for the thought provoking morning, Jason ❤

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