I decided to spend some time journaling to ask Elen of the Ways what she had to tell me. After all, she didn’t just show up because Maine is an awesome place to vacation (although it is, that’s true).

Why did she show up in my life now? Not last month or last year. I did some Automatic Writing and got some interesting messages. One of them was this:

Remember the Salamanders.

Salamanders? Um, what? And then I did remember.

When I was a girl, I used to sort of collect salamanders. I would find them in the woods under rotting logs and capture them, and then put them in a shoe box. I’d bring them home and keep them on the back porch for a while. My mother was pretty tolerant of all kinds of animals but I wonder if the salamanders pushed that boundary. Probably not. Of course, i did let them go. Keep reading