Power, to me, is riding a horse full speed on the high plains of Central Asia. Joy is doing it with friends and family. Spirituality is feeling the sky above me, the ground beneath me, and the air moving by me.
The same image would work well with Native Americans too. I personally feel more connection to Asia for some reason, perhaps past lives there.
If you think about it, jailors ALSO spend most of their lives in confinement.
The ocean is a metaphor. It can be found everywhere. At least until recently I suspect many Tibetans felt closer to it than those who live on the beach in Malibu. I suspect for many Californians it comes over time to represent frustrated longings. They have everything, but they don’t have everything, and in important respects, they have nothing. They live in deserts.