Quotes About Support

There are some aches witch hazel can't assuage. For those, we need each other.

We can starve together or feast together. All flourishing is mutual.

We are thankful to our Mother the Earth, for she gives us everything that we need for life. She supports our feet as we walk about upon her. It gives us joy that she still continues to care for us, just as she has from the beginning of time. To our Mother, we send thanksgiving, love, and respect. Now our minds are one.

Both were women with feet planted deep in the earth, who took pride in a back strong enough to carry a load for others.

There are some aches witch hazel can't assuage; for those, we need each other. My mother and Hazel Barnett, unlikely sisters, I suppose, learned well from the plants they both loved - they made a balm for loneliness together, a strengthening tea for the pain of longing.

Mothering is like that, a net of living threads to lovingly encircle what it cannot possibly hold, what will eventually move through it. But right then my job was

Individuality is cherished and nurtured

what a community can become when its members understand and share their gifts.

a back strong enough to carry a load for others.

communal generosity

how their friendship was medicine for each other.

Across the market stalls and blankets, warmth and compassion were changing hands.

It would be so satisfying to provide for the well-being of others— like being a mother again, like being needed.

Respect one another, support one another, bring your gift to the world and receive the gifts of others, and there will be enough for all.

Stick together, act as one.

despite our fears of falling, the gifts of the world stand by to catch us

When times are easy and there's plenty to go around, individual species can go it alone. But when conditions are harsh and life is tenuous, it takes a team sworn to reciprocity to keep life going forward. In a world of scarcity, interconnection and mutual aid become critical for survival.

Mothering is like that, a net of living threads to lovingly encircle what it cannot possibly hold, what will eventually move through it.

I didn't want to cry in front of you." He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "I want you to cry only in front of me.

Jack, there are only two of us here. One of us is going to push him out, one of us is going to catch him. Which job do you want?" (Melinda talking to her husband)

Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure about anything. I want this. If you can't stay here, I'll go anywhere you want to go." "But Jack, you love it here!" "Don't you realize I love you more? I need you in my life. You and our baby. God, Mel—I don't care where that happens. As long as it happens.

We'll make out for a while and you'll feel better.

Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.

Well, you're just going to have to take a leap of faith," he said. "I think I can do that," she said. "If you're there to catch me." "I'm here," he said. "I haven't let you down yet, have I?" She put her hand against his face. "No, Jack. You sure haven't.