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Evening 006: What Stars Lie Above, What Ground Below
It didn't matter if she was tired or not. The answer to that question was a resounding yes, daily, anyway, so it scarcely mattered. Arha sat in the Sensorium, on grass that was dark, dark green, while she stared at a pile of stones. Honestly, she was supposed to be asleep and it was past her Master-suggested-get-six-hours-of-sleep bedtime, but she couldn't sleep. She was a little restless, a little excited, a little pleased, and more than a little wound up.
Not even meditation was helping--Obi-wan's or her own.
Arha tilted her chin and thought of music. Dancing music, the slow, graceful kind that would help her center herself. It drifted through the air and she tipped her face into the warm sunlight that streamed through the trees of the clearing she sat in, and began to move, letting the Force fill her, letting the easy peace of it move her. It was a compromise between the nothingness that was her usual meditative zone and the feeling she was filled with when she meditated with Obi-Wan.
Peace. Calmness. Motion.
This was not fighting, it was, she thought, like letting go of everything you were and sinking into something bigger than yourself. There were no worries in this space, just the bend and curve of her body, the give and take of her breath, and the sweep of the music that let her becom lost. This was a moment. This, this, and this.
Not even meditation was helping--Obi-wan's or her own.
Arha tilted her chin and thought of music. Dancing music, the slow, graceful kind that would help her center herself. It drifted through the air and she tipped her face into the warm sunlight that streamed through the trees of the clearing she sat in, and began to move, letting the Force fill her, letting the easy peace of it move her. It was a compromise between the nothingness that was her usual meditative zone and the feeling she was filled with when she meditated with Obi-Wan.
Peace. Calmness. Motion.
This was not fighting, it was, she thought, like letting go of everything you were and sinking into something bigger than yourself. There were no worries in this space, just the bend and curve of her body, the give and take of her breath, and the sweep of the music that let her becom lost. This was a moment. This, this, and this.