Breadcrumb: Red Light, Green Flame

This morning, the world conspired to slow me down. But I tapped into it. Asked why?

Driving my kids to the first day of camp, running a few minutes late.
Stuck on a one-way street behind a recycling truck. Blocking the way.
Masculine energy. Force. Control.

Eventually, the truck moved.
I turned right. You gotta turn right..
Freedom.

And just as I exhaled, ready to rush forward,
the light turned red. Slow down. Breathe. 

Feminine energy.

I stopped. I looked up.

And there She was.
The red car in front of me. 

H for Hashem. Sky blue plate.
Glowing brake lights. 

The perfect Fit.
SHHEMA.

Not a command.
A whisper from the Shechina.

Shh.
Shema.

So I said it. Right then, out loud in the car.
Eyes on Her flame. Hands on the wheel.
Mouth full of meaning.

I checked later,
It was a few minutes past Sof Zman.
Which, truthfully, I never really tracked before.

But today…
It wasn’t about the minute.
It was about the moment.

And I caught the ball.
And starting tomorrow, I’ll throw it back a few minutes earlier.