coin purse and missed chances

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a coin purse for my mom.

Have you ever been out and run across someone that you feel a connection with, without even a hello, and then when they leave, you wish you’d had the courage to connect with them. The chance to make a new friend gone. It always makes me wonder what might have happened, a kindred spirit that I may never meet again…..

and then I remember the friends that I need to stay in better contact with……does there ever feel like there is enough time…? maybe  that is why , when there is time, it always feels so precious, when you do get to spend time with a friend.

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5 Comments

  1. February 23, 2009 at 3:58 am

    that feeling of missed opportunity to connect – i know that one all too well. (unfortunately) such a nice coin purse – special occasion or just because? i’m enjoying my cloth and thread. thank you again.

  2. paulahewitt said,

    February 23, 2009 at 7:59 pm

    there is a song by Aussie folk band Weddings,Parties, Anything called ‘For a Short Time’ that sums up this feeling of lost opportunity perfectly. if you get a chance to listen to any of their music (they broke up a while back) do so – great band. the lyrics (and this will make this a super long comment, sorry)

    For A Short Time lyrics

    Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
    Than some people get across, in a life of lying low.
    And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you’ve barely kissed,
    but you don’t see it at the time, and the moment that you’ve missed.
    For a short time, she was standing there,
    and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
    For a long time, you never thought of her,
    Then you heard she was gone for good,
    You might have cried then if you could,
    Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
    The tears are falling in your mind,
    For a short time.
    There’s a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
    and you’re looking like a wag, you’ve got your fat tongue poking out.
    But she’s no-where to be seen, you won’t spot her anywhere.
    It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her.
    For a short time, she was standing there,
    and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
    For a long time, you never thought of her,
    Then you heard she was gone for good,
    You might have cried then if you could,
    Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
    The tears are falling in your mind,
    For a short time.
    Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
    Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
    Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
    With a friend you make in transit,
    to a daughter held so dear.

    • Madelein said,

      October 14, 2010 at 3:24 pm

      A song so dear and make me remember Peter T from Australia! That cold Ausie week! So long ago!

  3. jude said,

    February 25, 2009 at 12:09 am

    really laney. how simply put.

  4. Kate said,

    October 20, 2009 at 9:30 pm

    I feel exactly that way, often. Exactly.


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