In what seems like a different lifetime, I sang a lot of funerals. It started in 1998, when, unmarried and seven months pregnant, I sang a full Catholic mass for my friend's mom. I'm also not Catholic.
I was asked to sing many of them over the years and found that I actually really liked it. It was an opportunity to serve people in a unique way that I seemed to be wired for, connecting to and expressing grief. It was all because of this special place I found inside myself. It was all because of the sweet spot.
I found a space in between the welling up of the eyes with tears and full out crying. Inside that space, I was able to let my soul come out of my mouth. Such a powerful space it is, with such healing power, both for me and for those whom I was serving.
It's been a long time since I sang a funeral. But I am seeking that sweet spot in my current state of existence. The spot where I can fully feel yet stay firmly on the precipice of the pit of full on tears. The space where I can heal myself and be of the most service to others.