Drawn by a vision
The quiet romance of solidarity
Author: Katrín Níelsdóttir, Winnipeg, MB

The space itself felt like a contradiction: punk-inflected murals, statues softened by time, and neon light cutting through centuries of ritual. Dana, raised in a Catholic tradition, remembers the shock of it – the dissonance of familiarity and reinvention. Lyle remembers something else entirely. He remembers seeing Dana and knowing, almost instantly, that she was someone who mattered. Someone who would make a difference.
That meeting was for the Mutual Aid Society (MAS), a grassroots group rooted in a simple but radical idea: that communities can care for one another without hierarchy, judgment, or gatekeeping. No applications. No proof of hardship. No required backstory.
Mutual aid, as practiced by MAS, is not charity. It is solidarity. Everyone is equally deserving of help, and everyone – regardless of circumstance – has something to offer. Maybe not food or money, but time, a skill, a listening ear, a willingness to walk a few blocks for someone else.
Lyle and Dana were drawn together by this shared vision. What began as collaboration became companionship, and then something deeper. Two years after meeting through MAS, they married, blending their lives and their commitments. Dana brought two children into the family, and Lyle’s adult son, Malcolm – already part of their shared world – reinforced an understanding that care is something you practice daily, not abstractly.
Their work grew alongside their relationship. During the pandemic, MAS emerged amid uncertainty and fear – remembered by many for toilet-paper shortages and sanitizer hunts. In Winnipeg, the group quickly became something more enduring. Masks, food, diapers, milk, phone chargers – people could request or offer nearly anything. Over time, the focus shifted from emergency response to everyday resilience.
One of their most quietly transformative ideas was deceptively simple: encouraging members to list cross streets when posting. Many people rely on walking, not cars. By naming proximity, neighbours found one another. Help became local. Relationships formed. Community stopped being theoretical.
Today, Dana and Lyle help rescue food from waste through partnerships with Second Harvest and local businesses – grocery stores like Safeway and bakeries like COBS. Together, they collect surplus food and redistribute it directly to people who need it. Date nights sometimes look like grocery pickups, sorting bread, or organizing pickups. Romance for them is not separate from responsibility.
Lyle is also involved in prison library initiatives, helping select books, connect institutions, and raise funds – quietly insisting that access to knowledge is a form of dignity. Both are active with Tempest, a socialist organizing project that emphasizes “socialism from below” – democratic, anti-authoritarian, and rooted in lived experience rather than theory alone. It’s a space for analysis, debate, and action, attracting students and community members alike, including organizers in Winnipeg.
That longing for solidarity has a personal history. Lyle speaks openly about missing the deep sense of collective purpose he felt during the 2021 strike at the University of Manitoba Faculty Association. The months on the line were difficult, but they revealed something rare: people standing together, visible to one another, bound by shared stakes.
MAS, in many ways, carries that feeling forward – without the lines, without the contracts, without the end date.
Dana’s background in social services sharpened her understanding of how easily people fall through bureaucratic cracks. Mutual aid, to her, is about bridging those gaps without replicating them. By refusing narratives of deserving versus undeserving, MAS creates a space where people don’t have to perform crisis to receive care.
Their children call them “influencers,” half-jokingly. The group’s success has drawn national attention, including coverage in The Globe and Mail. But the real influence happens quietly, in messages exchanged, groceries shared, lawns mowed, and trust built.
Dana and Lyle are not interested in saviour stories. They are interested in systems of care that feel human. In relationships built on shared purpose. In the kind of love that grows not from grand gestures, but from showing up – again and again – for others.
In a time when many of us are told that community is something we’ve lost, they are gently proving otherwise. Sometimes, it’s something we simply must recreate.
Together.
