The slow rounding spin of a few minutes where time is washed with the hush of wind and trees and lilting petals and buzzing and humming and blinking.  Outside in the side yard where the work of green creation goes on being is a slow spin where the battle between good living life means fight between sun and wet and weed and beast and there is no distraction.  And every cluster of leaf and blade and bud is a microcosm of shalom.  A microcosm of the great earth creation playing out over and over and over in a million tiny ways that are magnificent.  And man’s bare foot presses into a soft good ground and beholds a garden. A side yard a sky a broken branch an overpass of yard in the evening and there is no distraction except to love everything in the passage of his minute