Work is Worship

 

I have always been fascinated, by the mantra that I heard long ago, "Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray." I am so lucky to be a physician, and almost all of my life I have the privilege to serve the humanity.  My ideal was always, to serve while simultaneously remembering the divine spiritual nature of man. Yes, for me the work became the worship of the divine in man. When I started work in Folsom Prison as the first female physician, my mother knew that I was terrified and excited at the same time. She told me always remember and look for the divine light in each of these unfortunate souls and you will gradually realize that you are privileged to serve them. This was it, and gradually this way of remembering and looking became part of me in Folsom Prison. This criminals taught me the important truths about what not to do, how not to live, just by observing them. I gradually learned not to react to them rather learn from them.