TRIBUTE TO A WARRIOR OF LIGHT
“Bearing witness is an aggressive act. It is born out of a refusal to bow
down to outside pressure to revise or to repress experience, a decision
to embrace conflict rather than conformity, to endure a lifetime of anger
and pain rather than submit to the seductive pull of revision and
repression. Its goal is change.” -Kali Tal-
I have tried to write something that could capture my feelings for at least a week and have been left with the utter inadequacy of words, the boots of time frozen in place, sadness rolling into me when I least expect it, catching the edges of my breath folding me sharp as origami tucked in at the corners.
Tav Sparks (Sargent Sparks, the "Skinny Man”) was one of the most powerful teachers in my life. I had faced tanks while trooping through post-war counties, thinking all the while that I was brave. But sometimes courage is more subtle. It can reside in the still moments waiting for witness. I’m so grateful that Tav was a fierce warrior of light, holding space for all the torrents emerging... the width and breadth of the anger, depth of terror and grief, eruptions of joy. He trusted that healing would come even when I couldn’t imagine it and didn’t understand. And yet through all that, the first lesson was born...”Healing is possible.”
What a great privilege to have known him. My favorite memory was during a workshop in Phoenicia, New York, while sitting for someone and staring out the windows and into the trees cradling our space with shocks of green buried at the root. All of sudden my body shuddered with a knowing that I couldn’t avoid...every cell thundering, “In the end, there is only love.” I couldn’t stop shaking and crying. Tav came over, leaning in, wide-eyed, smiling, waiting while the music pulsed the floor. I told him what I felt, the inside truth turning out. “YES, YES!” he yelled, like a little kid who had discovered where all the treasures where buried. A facilitator put an index finger to her lips but Tav was excited now and in that charming southern drawl he whispered, “you got this, girl...that’s exactly right...stay with that” as I continued to sob at the incredible beauty. The second lesson.....”in the end there is only love.”
And so now the world is a little less bright for his absence. And yet I know his radiance and courage lives in the thousands of people believed and witnessed around the world. For me, that’s where the sacred lies. Not in reverence for the abstract divine, existing way out there somewhere but in the messy business of being deeply human. Tav showed up time after time, without promise, without guarantees, trusting in the mystery of the inner healer, despite the lessons of loss and challenges cautioning him to be wary. Despite these things, he showed up anyway, ready, expectant, deeply committed to the possibility of transformation when it is wasn’t always visible or obvious. Thank you Sargent Sparks, for all your incredible bravery, for your steadfast belief in the best of human beings, and for your commitment to love without promise of return. I will remember you always and am forever changed for your abiding kindness. May you be free from all constraints if this life. When I visit old oak trees, sturdy in the storms I will know you are near or see the aspen leaves waving their golden leaves in concert, I’ll feel you close. Sleep well and gently in the arms of all that is sacred and in the great mystery of the divine, forever.