About 30 years ago, I had a beautiful three-hour conversation with the renowned Benedictine monk, Brother David Steindl-Rast.
We were driving to a monastery and retreat center along the Big Sur coast in California together. I had been struggling to manage my stress at work, and when the opportunity to be Brother David’s ride came up, I jumped at the chance.
Even though I wasn’t Catholic, I hoped the man of the Church might have some words of wisdom for my stressed heart and troubled mind. The innovative health company I directed marketing for had enjoyed tremendous success, but the success left me constantly running to keep up. I was tired and anxious much of the time, and I knew I needed some solitude and peace.
Though it occurred decades ago, that conversation with Brother David still fills me with gratefulness each time I think of it. Brother David spoke to me like a wise man from another century. In his long deep-brown robes and with his deep calming voice, he conveyed a depth in his heart, a warmth in his tone, and a sparkle in his eyes that I will never forget.