Ken felt the force around him, in him, flowing through the world of Dantooine like a river flowing into the ocean. He was sitting down on the floor of a training room his hands held outward his fingers curled up but not held into a fist or a ball. He could hear the young learners mumbling among themselves as they watched him hold up four crates and a chair with the force. Spinning them around him slowly was something he had long since been able to do with ease. It was in this state of mind that Ken could really find peace with his life. Using the force, flowing with it, and letting it envelope him was beyond description that best feeling that Ken had ever felt in his life. He wasn't showing off, many people had trouble with telekinetic force powers which came naturally to him, he was merely showing the younglings how they could better perfect the technique of mediation. The stance, the way you breath, the simple act of tuning out distractions were all a key part of meditation and he hoped that by doing this he would teach them something.

In all honesty Ken was a bad teacher. He was a natural and his abilities came just as naturally too him as swimming would to a fish. The force was not strong with him but he had a connection with it that few had. He could pull on it, and mold it and shape it to amazing effect. Ken wasn't smiling but he felt like he wanted to do so. His journeys had been long ones and his long time friends had all considered him an excellent jedi. Pride wasn't something that jedi should feel but he knew that he was proud of what he was but he always knew there was room for improvement. What person wouldn't feel proud after becoming a jedi knight? It was something that many padawans and trainees dreamt of and he had achieved it and now he could help others go on their way towards the future. He hoped he could prove to be worthy of the title master.

The kids laughed as one of the crates floated over his head and his friends said they wanted to try that. Ken simply said, [color=00aeef]"You will in time my young friends. Train and you can become just as capable as I am."[/color] as he kept his concentration. He wondered if Master Gle would be coming to see him later today. He hadn't seen his old master for a couple weeks he had been off on missions and diplomatic meetings for the republic. Nothing special just standard things jedi were expected to do. His old friend Nim Zhos was off on a mission hunting a dark side creature somewhere on some distant planet. Chances are they were just old rumors but Nim was not one to let rumors go by without investigation and Master Vandar had asked Nim to go and investigate. He missed his time with Nim but he had long since grown out of the need for him to constant look over his shoulder. Ken had often remembered times of his youth where he would seek the Duros Jedi Master out for learning and for stories. He was the closest thing he had to a family since Master Gle had taken him under his wing. 

Ken breathed out deeply as he expanded his senses more around towards the planes where he felt kath hounds roaming doing their hunting. The small insects moving around. The small streams and waterfalls flowing. It was the calm nature of Dantooine that he was grateful for. It let him clean his mind. It let him...feel the life around him like it should feel. Pure, primal, and instinctive. The force was a truly beautiful thing.