Hi there. I’m Michele Wheeler. I’m a mom of those two beauties and wife to the superfine Mr. Jon Wheelie.
I’ve been researching lakes and streams for 25 years, inspired equally by the mystery of how they work, the responsibility to care for them, and the peace that they offer.
When I was 37, I got cancer. And then, when I was 43, it came back, and it spread. Since then, I’ve been spending a lot more time thinking about what it means to love and be loved, and how to hold on to yourself when the foundation of a once-familiar life is ever shifting.
Life is messy. And it’s really beautiful too.
Some recent posts…
… life’s treasures can’t just be hidden away behind a tough outer coating. We can only hold them high and let them guide by bringing them into the light, even with the fear of losing them.
…some loves seep in gently, slowly, like the color of tea spreading through hot water. An unexpected love that you only realize once you’re surrounded by the warmth of it.
I know the moment I fell in love with Denise.
I am my Mother’s daughter: the blue eyes, those red Irish cheeks, the sense of adventure. Although I’m pretty sure she still hasn’t forgiven me for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane…
It’s happened again. My sheets have turned into adhesive. I have become a sticker, ruthlessly stuck to my bed. But I know what to do. I pull at the edges, trying to peel myself awake. No luck. I have an internal debate about the equal merits of stickers and coffee for twenty minutes, until I feel the morning regular more effective than willpower at getting me out of bed. Nausea.