Introducing the Elder Sage

Writing and aging are like brushstrokes in the masterpiece of life.

Meredith lives a simple life in a cabin on a hill in Australia overlooking a lake.

Several years ago, I had surgery that required six weeks of recovery. During that time, all I could do was read and watch television. That’s when I started writing—and I haven’t put the pen down since.

Before the operation, I was immersed in teaching Vedānta classes, running workshops and retreats. But while I was in that recovery chair, I couldn’t do any of it. That’s when I asked myself, “What is the one thing I could do for the rest of my life that doesn’t depend on anything or anyone?”

The answer was: writing.

Since then, I’ve poured my heart and soul into writing. Hours, days, even weeks can go into crafting a single piece. Most people don’t see that. But that’s when I saw books differently. They weren’t just bound pages anymore; I saw the authors behind the cover, their blood, sweat, and tears on the pages of every book.

Of course, in today’s AI world, you could churn an article out in a few minutes, but who would read that? There’s no heart, no soul behind the words. They’re just words on a page with no meaning or depth.

Writing is like art. A word here, a pause there, each one like a brushstroke. Every article is like a work of art. So when I press ‘publish’ each week, I’m not just sending words, I’m offering something sacred.

Publishing a post is like the Hindu tradition of offering a piece of fruit to God. I offer writing that is fresh, nourishing, and when it’s digested, through reflection, it gives you the inner strength to live your life peacefully and efficiently.

Oh, what a beautiful masterpiece you create when you sit in silence, with no distractions, just you, your pen and paper. — The Elder Sage

Fast forward to a few months ago: I launched this Substack publication, but I didn’t know what to call it. I tried a few names, but they just didn’t sit well enough. It wasn't until last week that the title came to me like a flashing billboard:

The Elder Sage.

I thought, “Yes, this is perfect”

After decades of service, study and teaching Vedānta, and running a non-profit organisation—not to mention a body gently affirming that time moves in one direction—the elder season has arrived.

And just as I decided, several years ago, that writing was the one thing I could do for the rest of my life, The Elder Sage is a name that will carry me to the end of my life.

So I have my writing and a title that fits perfectly. I’m all set. Ready to embark on this beautiful evening of life. Will you join me?

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All the best.

Meredith—The Elder Sage