Why Eye Witness?

I believe the acts of being witness, bearing witness or witnessing to are acts of holding sacred space: the critical space of being present to what is actually going on inside yourself, in the world around you, or inside someone else.

Witness is noticing.

It brings attention and awareness to the un-noticed, the intentionally or unintentionally ignored, the things we may rather numb out or not feel about ourselves, others or the world around us. 

It bring attention to the beautiful and exquisite we might overlook maybe because this beautiful and exquisite is also painful and difficult, but it is the stuff of being human, of human being, of being made in the image and likeness of God.

Here I hope to bring attention to the things of witness:

• through simple observation,

• through reflection - sometimes theological

• by refracting through the lens of metaphor,

• by storytelling, and sometimes threading stories together across a series of posts. 

I hope you will stop to see the things eye witness.

As for me: 

I’m a daughter, a beagle mom, a sister, an aunt. I’m a pastor, an engineer, a teacher, an imaginer of Kin-dom come.

I’m a Jamaican, a Sri Lankan, a Canadian, a Tobermory-an.

I’m a hiker, a swimmer, a wilderness gardener, a fire-lover.

A writer. 

A weaver of communities, with the gossamer threads of grace. 

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