Cardiac Arrest on Good Friday

This morning I was sitting here sipping my tea, daintily picking the tea leaves from my teeth and arranging them on my saucer into the shape of a Cross (hey, it's Good Friday), when I got an alert on my computer screen that my text drawings had been posted on someone's blog. See, I like to know when and what people write about my work, for reasons that will soon become clear. I dashed off into cyberspace to read what had been written, and was utterly dismayed to read the following:

"Meg sees her work as a form of meditation as well as a form of personal devotion to her religion of evangelical Christianity…part of her spiritual path and journey through life and a celebration of sacred experience."

Crap. Holy crap. Big pile of smoldering, infested crap. How can this be???? I mean, why stop there? Why not state that I dated Donald Trump, and that I currently head the local grassroots organization "Palin for President"? Anyone who reads my artist statement or follows my blog knows that I am not a Christian. I am vehemently opposed to all religious doctrine, and I believe that Fundamentalism is a cancer that eats into the soul of humanity, destroying our connection with God and Spirit. And I am uncommonly opposed to fundamentalist Christianity, as I believe it is this very institution that prevents the flow of the Holy Spirit of God in our lives, our communities, our churches, and our country. Thus it was with utter confusion that I read this post, so upset and perplexed that I was unable to finish my tea leaf crucifix.

This will be a short post (for me), as it's difficult to type in the fetal position. I have showered twice this morning due to excess sweat gland activity, and will try to monitor my heart rate so that I don't suffer from cardiac arrest. There's little that one can do to alter the records, but much can be done to avoid false statements in the first place. My reaction to this flagrant misrepresentation of my work is a reflection of how strongly I feel about what I do, and how deeply personal it is to me. So, for the record, and for anyone who shares my devotion to Spirit, let me state this clearly:

I am not a Christian.
I am not a Muslim.
I am not a Hindu.
I am not a Buddhist.
I am not a Jew.
I am not a Mormon.
I am not a Shaivite.

I am not identified with any spiritual tradition. My creative work is my devotional work; what, how, or Whom I worship is a matter that I largely keep to myself, for the simple reason that it is irrelevant to the understanding of the work.

Okay, back to my tea leaves. Happy Good Friday and Passover, everyone!

A little backpedaling is in order. I honor and respect Christians, and it is not my intention to be disrespectful on this holy day. I understand that the Christian path provides a beautiful and rewarding vista of God; it is simply not my chosen path.