When black clouds gather and waters are rough it's good to know that there's a safe harbour, a sheltering tree. I am fortunate in that I grew up in the midst of people who exemplified caring and nurturing. Our home was a central hub for friends and family members who needed help, a listening ear or advice. My parents offered all they had to give ... and then some. They set a solid example for us to follow.
Everyone needs a sheltering tree ... a place/person of refuge. When times are tough and I need a soft place to fall -- I seek the soft spot - south of hubby's shoulder, west of his chest - to lay my head. Works for me.