How do I hope to be remembered?

a question posed on https://www.spacetofeelings.com

When I hear this question, my mind passes over my possessions and then to my many journals stuffed in a closet, storage room, and under my bed, oh and in my nightstand. Those journals are filled with my joys and pains and cryptic messages of hidden thoughts and judgements.

Lately, I have been thinking of tackling my stacks of journals from years past, thinking do I throw them away but first remove the writing gems (the starred sentences that I chose to revisit)? Yesterday I began that process and became engrossed in the initial entry of my previous journal. My account was lovely, telling where I sat outside describing the outdoor sofa and a potter’s pot I made. I pronounced my loves of the day. I am always happy sitting in the sun in my backyard. The squirrel that stole a honey crisp apple, took a bite, and tossed it angered me. Reading further, I described a squabble I had with my husband. Then I continued writing a post for Substack, talking about the first thing I do In the morning. I covered the depiction of my garden and did a medicine wheel of prayer and meditation on paper. I wrote my thoughts up to going on a walk around the Lake of the Isles.

I would like to be remembered as a woman content with writing in her garden.