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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.

Betsy’s open door

 

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Hello  out there on the Internet!
    Here in Northern Florida we are having spring-like weather. Days are unusually warm for this time of year.
Our maple tree is budding and early azaleas are flowering.
When I watch the news, I see other areas of the country are having unusual weather, too — though more difficult in terms of living than our early spring.
Unforeseen Changes occur not only in terms of weather, but also in the form of thoughts, ideas and memories. I had such an experience last month…

 

THE SHIRT

 

Darkness gathered outside the sanctuary’s long windows. Around me, others at the Saturday Vigil mass knelt in prayer or sat quietly before the service began.

After prayers, I rose from my knees. As I sat back, I noticed I was looking ahead and to the left. I paid little attention, until later in the service when I found myself staring at the same area. What’s going on?

During the next song, I studied the rows where I had gazed. Nothing unusual was happening. Worshipers were singing. But something is drawing my eyes there. What?   The next time I glanced over, I noticed the plaid shirt worn by a man sitting on the aisle. It was a gray and aqua plaid.  Unusual colors.

           But, it was more than a just a pleasing color combination.  A memory called to me from that plaid. Eventually, it came. My older son wore a shirt like that when he was a teen.   Brian!

           Tears filled my eyes and wet my cheeks as I remembered my son in days long past.  My first-born…. 

I miss my older boy. He’s in the fullness of life: working, coaching hockey, raising two sons, and managing a family life.  He still lives in Michigan and I don’t see much of him.

But that Saturday, a worshiper’s plaid shirt brought a precious memory and Brian was with me for an hour –if only in memory.   

Brian in plaid 1987

Brian in plaid 1987

 

          I am blessed.

Frances Fritzie

Frances Fritzie

 

 

 

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Ninepatch Birthdays

January:

Dorothy 4

Nancy 10

Fred 20

Liz 25

Sherryl 26

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CALLING ALL WRITERS

Ninepatch is updating our web site and looking for additional writers. We want weekly bloggers, monthly comments and occasional small pieces. We are even thinking about short stories!

Interested?

Contact Editor, Frances.

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Ninepatch is a non-profit. Every person who works for us– including Frances—is a volunteer. No one is paid. However, we do have business expenses. Paper, ink, software, labels, and Internet connections, are a few.

While e- readers see color, our paper readers seldom do. It’s too expensive. Yet, due to mailing costs and postage, they bear the brunt of “donation-for-service.” (Financially speaking, E- readers ride their coat-tails.)

If you enjoy reading our magazine and have not already made a donation for 2016, kindly consider making one. $5 is not too small.

We have a Paypal account, or you can send a check to our mailing address:

1014 NW 52nd Ter.

Gainesville, Fl. 32605

Thanks to those of you who support our outreach though coin-of-the-realm, service and prayers. Special thanks to our Board of Directors: Christa and Georgene, our membership coordinator: Dottie, our proofreaders: June and James and the sticky note writers: Leigh, James and Georgene. We appreciate their service.

Of course, you who contribute letters, stories, poems and drawings are the lifeblood of the newsletter and we are especially thankful for you!

Those who give in any way know the greatest return. Hence the old saying, “You reap what you sow.”

Editor, Frances

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black and white sketch of tulips