The Quiet Call Beyond My Meridian

He was everything he’d been taught to become.

He built—
a career, a home, a calendar full of obligation.
A life shaped by care and effort.

He worked—
through long days and quiet nights,
meeting every demand, solving every problem,
always moving forward.

He gave—
to his work, his family, his friends, his community.
His time, his energy, his love.

And he was good.
Good at everything—except remembering himself.

One day, amidst the rhythm of that busy life,
quiet questions arose:

“What is this inner ache I can’t explain?”
“What have I silenced in myself to keep going?”

His feet kept moving,
but something deeper knew—it was time to pause.

To breathe.
To reflect.
To be.

And one day,
he faced his meridian.
The horizon of his world.
The edge of the stories he’d always lived by.

The ocean spoke—
reminding him of vastness.
The forest listened—
grounding his restless thoughts.

In that stillness,
a veil was pierced.

And the horizon opened—
offering something he had no words for,
revealing what was always there:
strength, clarity, and love.

My journey began here—along the 125th meridian west.
Not by fixing.
Not by solving.
But by fully surrendering and letting go.

If you’ve come this far,
you may already feel it too—
that quiet call, just beneath the surface.

There’s no map, only space.
At your meridian.
And beyond it—
what has always been.