I’ve had a love/hate relationship with power. Even the word felt uncomfortable. The thought of having it made me sprint in the opposite direction because I didn’t know how I would respond if I had a lot of power. In other words, if I had genuine power in my life, what would I do with it? I wasn’t sure, and that scared me enough to leave the subject alone for years.

How do I get still when the world is raging around me? I started with noticing the beauty all around me no matter what was happening.