Every so often, a simple moment stops me in my tracks – and a post from my beloved Cedar Grove Lodge outside Huntsville, Ontario did just that this week. It showed a newborn fawn nestled quietly in the underbrush, hidden in plain sight. I’m not at Cedar Grove at the moment, but I’ve been visiting there for over 30 years – several times a year. It’s a place where my nervous system exhales. Where the stillness speaks.