God on the Tube

It is funny how I cannot think any more. The creative ideas do not flow so easily. I'm rarely annoyed and frustrated with as many people as when I started this blog/ gallery, so it is possible that there is a correlation.

The strands in life continue to tie together. This evening, I spent the most wonderful time with Claire and Rupert in Whitechapel. Superb food, wine, enjoying intellectual equality. Most importantly, I spoke to my week-gone soulmate. Rachel is now in Kenya, and I realised today how terribly I miss her. Of course, I shall see her in 4 weeks, but it served to remind me how perfectly the distractions in my life have tallied with her going.

On that note, sitting on the tube from Whitechapel to Baker Street, I sat watching a train full of the usual 11pm microcosm. There were friends after a night out chatting excitedly, there were children asleep in their mothers' arms after having been tired out, there were East End Wideboys wearing shirts unbuttoned to their midriff and sharing crude stories over a tinnie, there were couples who were in the midst of foreplay, and there were couples who were intellectually unmatched - one clearly trying to work out whether there was anything to do to improve the situation. In the midst of it all I spotted a man. In that man I spotted God. The man was a mix between David Tennant and Robert Redford - pinstripe but craggy and worn - that is not the important part. He was standing, serenely watching people in the carriage - each person in turn - enjoying all they were doing and saying; occasionally he smiled, looked up, smiled again, and looked somewhere else. A creator enjoying his creation - thinking of amusing changes, just thriving on the beauty of what other people are enjoying.

It struck me, that for all the parts of others I hate and there are many things that I would class as despicable characteristics, there is so much beauty in individuality of reaction and being. That man, who was God, just for a moment showed it all. His enjoyment of everthing going on reminded me that I don't need to be creative all the time - creativity has to be enjoyed to understand it more. I will be upset with people soon enough and will write well thought out essays on humanity as a result. At this moment, I realise that my creativity is individual, but it is nothing without the experience of others - just like Mr God on the train noticed at the same time!

Now. Don't get me started on the Tube rant.....