Last night I looked at a most remarkable program on PBS. I tell you when you are on this journey towards light and truth, the great wonderful universe, some call the Great Spirit, others, God, others, Buddha or Krishna, Zoroaster, provides the right sustenance just when it is needed.
The topic of the documentary was love. At this time of the year more than ever we become more in love with the idea of love and yearn for someone to love or for someone to love us in return.
The kind of love we generally seek is romantic in nature and when that does not satisfy us we wonder, what is wrong with us?
The program explored various kinds of love and a few stories stuck with me. There is the story of an opera singer Camilla who is black and a pianist Boris, who is white from a European background. According to the producer of the show, “like long-time married couples or close siblings, the two of them speak a private language with subtle physical movements and tones of voice. Their love takes the form of friendship based on shared history, easy companionship, and most of all, a deep artistic collaboration.
These two people have worked together for more than 50 years. Their families came to know each other and developed deep friendships. During the days when a Black person could not mingle with a White person publicly or share public spaces, Boris would rather give up his privilege and sit with his friend Camilla, behind the curtain. Camilla said she would overhear people saying why a white man would degrade himself to be with a black person. She said she used to cry. And Boris would tell her not to let those people get to her. When her husband passed away at the young age of 49, Boris and his wife stood beside her and mourned his loss. Years later, his wife of more than 50 years died and he was alone. When his sons didn’t know how to take care of their aging dad and thought of putting him in a senior’s home somewhere near to friends and a piano, they asked Camilla for advice and she would not hear of Boris going into some old folks home. She made up her spare bedroom and he moved in with her. He is now 95 years old and their friendship and platonic love for each other has survived still. She said he is a blessing in her life and well for him this woman, this friend is a savior.
This story touched me so much. Love can overcome any barrier. Love does not have to involve sex and romance, love is the gift of the Creator to us that connects us to that higher
plain.
Can we love without conditions? Can we love a person for who he or she is without regard for what they believe in, whether they are rich or poor, black or white? Can we see past the physicality of the individual and peer through their eyes deep into their soul and see the oneness of mankind? This is the love that binds. This is the love that can change hearts and souls. This is the love we at Zaadz must try and cultivate. It is difficult but it is with fire that a piece of iron can bend.

Tomorrow I will bring you the other inspiring story that touched me. In the meantime keep a look out at PBS for this story, I am sure they will re-broadcast it again over the holiday season