This quality is so elusive that it's taken me years to find the proper name.
I called it Inner Strength, Your Sacred Self, Sacred Energy, but for some reason, YOUR AUTHENTIC POWER feels right.
Yesterday, my daughter was fraught, with anger and then despair when her boyfriend, of one year, drove off in his truck without her.
As I consoled her, I spoke with her about how much of her power she had given to him. She became a shell of a person because it was like I watched him drive off with her power.
At that precise moment, I felt something in my soul telling me that I had to YELL FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS that you have to understand, honour, and hold on to your authentic power as tenaciously as you possibly can because YOU ARE YOUR AUTHENTIC POWER.
