When I was a college student studying abroad, I went to Pere-Lachaise cemetery outside of Paris mostly because my friend wanted to see Jim Morrison's grave. But the most moving image I remember from that cemetery is an above ground stone grave box shaped with one vase atop and in the vase; one single yellow rose in a back bend.
Simple and moving. No name on the grave. Just a body laid to rest and someone added a single rose.
I think of all the things we add to our lives in an attempt to make them better. Perhaps, we mostly just need to remove. And go back to that Golden Rule. Love one another as you Love yourself.
May I learn to live Loving unconditionally. And may my example of this, be a beacon that amplifies and gathers others into this flow. <3 EE