There is a mystic component inherent in the Jedi Path; I use the word carefully for a Jedi owns and is responsible for all of his behavior. It is a willingness to be aware of the interconnectedness of our lives, the miracle of creation, and to use this awakening as a lens in which the Force (and therefore reality) is focused upon. The heart gains placidity and balance that arises from practicing virtues such as nutrition, exercise, focus, discipline, forbearance, compassion, love (the reflection of universal love), and when the body, mind, and spirit are clear as an un-smudged window - when these elements are working in harmony - the window pane is transformed and becomes a magnifying glass; the light of reality is multiplied and issues fourth. Body, mind, heart, and spirit become a prism sending out a resonance that meets life experience the way a properly strung piano wire vibrates when in close proximity to a tuning fork with matching vibratory signature.
A Jedi is full of life and hence disappears into life in a perfectly imperfect partnership. A Jedi is a defender of justice because a Jedi's connection with the Force is based on an awe and reverence that is the natural result of opening one’s heart to the Everything. When one loves one’s life, and when one understands that the life of others is part of one’s own life and vice versa, one may pluck the weed from the garden as one may clip one’s nails. To create justice, one must employ judgment, one must discriminate. Only a Jedi who has found balance in the Force is able to even fathom using one’s communion in a way that shapes the flow of the Force as it flows in the lives of others that are self aware. A Jedi sees disorganization as balance and hence is able to, with an attitude of thankfulness, be able to enjoy the mission of creating harmony. In my humble opinion, all acts of a Jedi are acts of love. It is the love of and for life, and our reflection of it, that makes courage possible. A Jedi is capable of cleaning a latrine with the giddiness of striking a piñata!
Rituals are not sacred; life, my life, yours, the task, the tree, the book, the enjoyment, the sadness—all sacred. Flooded with the Light of awe, one may proceed forth unshackled and beautifully flawed. My grandmother is to me a Jedi of high renown, a magical woman who sees the good in all things, bursting with love. Jedi are naturally people persons, though one may at times feel shy; where else on the planet earth can one feel so inspired as when one is basking in the radiance of clear communication from one’s fellows? The Force is inside and around one at all times. It never fails, even when one may not be aware of it, just as a painting’s brilliance can make one overlook the frame.