How close is too close? I had the privilege to follow this magnificent stallion on foot on a crisp winter’s morning. When I got too close he would lazily move away. No stress, no excitement. He knew exactly how far away is far enough and how close is too close. I find it facinating to watch them do the same thing with predators. To have the discernment to identify the lion in the first place and then the persistence in staying alert and to keep moving away is a wonderful ability. I suppose that one person’s lion might look different from that of the next. Should we get all worked up and stressed about everything that is out there or should we learn from the zebra and enjoy the lush grass and the early morning sun but make sure not to give any lion a place in our lives?