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...34 ʙʙʏ
WHAT IS THE ART OF MEDITATION? WELL, IT IS THE ACT OF BRINGING THE bringing the mind back to the present moment, that teaches, and calms your mind. The practice of meditation is simply becoming aware of our thoughts wandering and bringing them back (again and again) to our breath. Personally, I am not fond of meditating. The amount of hours my master insists is mad and mass torture. Gida Luroon was never one for lounging around and waiting for something to happen, we were always on the move, and always finding missions to accomplish. (Whether it be saving a womp rat from a bantha, or defending an entire town from raiders.)
The force is metaphysical and ubiquitous, it is what gives a Jedi his or her power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together. Master Luroon always insists that each mission is the will of the force, she is the kind of Jedi who never lets their guard down but never shows a lack of sympathy or empathy.
Ever since I was young, I had a strong connection with the force. I have an extensive memory, I can remember things most people couldn't at the age of four. The moments that clung to my heart and lungs were the lullabies that my mother sang to me every night before bed...-...The stunning cerulean blue enchanted ceiling with glittering stars scattered in various placements and the constellations that conspired above as I slept...-...The vibrant flower fields filled with the sweet scents of honeycomb and freshwater breeze from the wild thrashing rivers nearby...-...And the languages...the culture. It was something I dearly missed.
There is no enchanting sky ceiling above my head late at night, there are no glittering stars to lull me into the night, there were no vibrant flowers to braid into crowns, there were no everlasting streams of rivers, lakes, or oceans. Coruscant was certainly the heart of the galaxy but it lacked clean water for the entire population, there were pipes and lung-slaughtering smoke that ran through this entire planet. It was the physical example of the life of a senator who never listens to the needs of their people, uses the same transportation and routes to the same places over and over again, eats the same meals every night without any variety, and goes through paperwork like it's a glass of Ardees.
