The Aerialwalk, which she’d seen performed by a priestess of the Singing Mountain during her last pilgrimage to Jedha City, took every bit of her concentration. Gella’s heartbeat slowed to the rhythm of her deep breaths. Every bit of her body was buoyed by the Force, a contradiction of sensations—adrift yet anchored, steady yet in motion. She was a moment and somehow infinite.
It is interesting to see more views of the Force outside the Jedi.
