Ninepatch is the monthly publication of a non-profit organization by the same name. In the pages of this Ninepatch magazine, women – and the men who support them – share their spiritual journeys and life experiences through letters, essays, poetry, book reviews and more. Ninepatch offers a forum where contributors can be heard and enjoy an atmosphere of sharing and acceptance. Such sharing is vital in helping everyone find their place in an eternal spiritual circle where all know and are known.


Pilgrims stand in front of the Mercy Door.Pilgrims stand in front of the Mercy Door.




In the stillness of early morning, I walked the sidewalks of my neighborhood.  Cicadas—the sound of August in Indiana—sang in the tall trees of one block.  Following the soft buzzing, I looked around and into the high branches.

A slight breeze played around my face as I beheld trees of all sizes.


A message seemed hidden among them.  What is the “spark” I feel when gaze into those trees? I waited, but “heard” no answer.

         I continued walking.  Before long, I paused at another place along the path and gazed into trees there.



I took a breath.  What is it I see in these multiple trees?

Again, I found a feeling, but no words.  Puzzled, I walked on.  As I turned up the hill toward home, I stopped one last time to look into the trees.

This time, a word came to me: “layers.”


 Layers?  Hmm.  

 Three mornings later, I still pondered “layers” when I sat with a small prayer group.

Looking from Amy to Joanie, I told them of my walk and hearing the word “layers.” I added, “I think the word is to remind me of my layers of reality.  The unseen is a layer.”

Joanie, smiled. “Yes!  When I was studying in Spain years ago, I read several South American authors whose stories featured realismo fantastico.  The books were about a ribbon of time where characters travel between layers.” She paused and added, “They have been have been translated into English. Jorge Borges, Julio Cortazar and Gabriel Garcia Marquez are available on Amazon.”

Authors often “see” the future.  In 1949 George Orwell did. His book 1984 was set in a future where “Big Brother” watched over the population to keep them “in line.”

Already we have cameras watching us everywhere!

I passed Joanie a piece of paper and pen.  “Will you write down those names for me?”  She wrote quickly, handing the paper back.

I thought out loud.  “Maybe time is both vertically layered in more than one reality of here and now, as well as layered in terms of past present and future…”

Joanie nodded.

Another “layer” idea to ponder!


Editor, Ninepatch OnLine Magazine



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