Returning

God will not give more than one can handle.  There are times I have doubted this and yet I find myself still alive.   Whatever trials, demons, or reluctances that enter my being are never terminal to my soul.  Over the past few months, I have become aquainted with the path of my soul; stealing every free moment to correct the mistakes of my youthful ignorance regarding the importance of learning from our elders.  I returned to learn the ways of my ancestors, the Shawnee and the Lenape; as well as the way of Appalachian culture of survival.  It is an odd combination by which my soul leads: the Native Americans, Apalachians, Protestantism; Precognitions; and Reiki.  There is little I can do but follow in awe of what is given me.