230417 What I learned in my studies this morning 3

I wonder when calm

Skies drift over a spring day

Do they think of me?

Thoughts:

Do people remember me? (Not in the trivial sense that we know others exist, but in a realer, more personal way.) Is that important?

It's not something under my control, so I shouldn't care about it. But I guess I do.

I'm not looking for a legacy or notice from the wider world, that part, at least, I can ignore with ease, but that my friends and family remember me. Fondly. And often.

But that's a common enough dream, I expect. One I've fallen for but am working on.

Today's Meditation:

Today's Meditation II: