Curiosity brought Alice down the hole. She followed the rabbit and found herself in a new and strange world.
My Grandma was a librarian, avid reader and loved stories. She was the best storyteller and reader aloud of books that will ever exist. One of her favorite stories was Alice in Wonderland.
After almost a year of missing her. Sitting with the inner silence and darkness. I found her. She is the curiosity of the wildflower.
Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from?
Alice: Oh, I don’t come from any garden.
Daisy: Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?
My Grandma is beauty and wilderness, life giving, living and dying. She’s all around, colorful, watching, waiting.