Power, I’m thinking today, tends to mean dominion, some kind of authority over a person or place or situation.  I associate that word with struggle, with grasping and insecurity.

But strength tends to mean internal authority, authority to exercise control over what I feed my heart all day long.  Strength for me is about being connected to peace and being rooted in contentment.  The authority I want is that kind, the kind that I call strength.

(We took this photo one spring in Lisbon.)