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Power… Out.
As I sat here in the stillness this morning, the power went out.
“Shit,” I muttered — and then I paused.
I had my coffee.
I had my pen.
I had my paper.
And suddenly… I had everything I needed.
I chose to celebrate that.
I celebrated the deeper quiet — the kind that arrives when the hum of ceiling fans, the air conditioner, and all the background noise disappears.
The kind of quiet you don’t notice until it shows up and wraps itself around you.
We have the power to freak out when things go dark — or to rejoice when everything gets quiet.
This outage reminded me: I can always return to my own power.
Anytime.
My first step?
Breath.
“In”… to bring peace, to drop into my calm.
“Out”… to release thoughts and feelings that do not serve me.
Then I seek my Source of Power.
It’s there.
Always.
Unplugged from the world, and yet fully charged.
Our inner power is our own.
It doesn’t flicker with the lights or vanish with the Wi-Fi.
We can find it, feed it, and live from it — even when the external power is out.
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