If only I’d listened to myself, taken my ideas more seriously. I could have been rich!
I loved the concept of fairies before they were ‘in’. Same with dinosaurs.
Here’s my favourite dinosaur book to prove it. This was written back when people still got confused about man and dinosaurs being on Earth at the same time. When there was still a dinosaur called Brontosaurus. Not Jurassic Park author, Michael Crichton, he ran with the dinosaurs, he became rich.
For years I bleated about bitter tasting reconstituted orange juice, why didn’t anyone sell FRESH orange juice? Well, why didn’t I show some initiative and do it myself??
I knew the grungy suburb of Newtown (where I went to Uni), four kilometres from the centre of Sydney would become hipster and skyrocket in real estate value. But did I scrimp and save to buy into the suburb that sells nothing under seven digits now? No. I only have my own inertia to blame.
There are other things I saw coming, like beanbags, and those cute wooden dolls houses from Hong Kong, and the popularity of a certain place on the coast I’m-scrimping-and-saving-for-now-that-I’m-not-sharing-over-the-internet-until-I’m-firmly-ensconced-there-with-my-chickens.
I’ve always loved Dr Seuss and his wisdom, and now he’s regaining popularity.
Well, here’s another undervalued treasure, Michael Leunig. I heard him speak today at the National Library in Canberra, promoting his recent book, Holy Fool.
I said to my husband, “You watch, that man hasn’t reached the peak of his popularity.” Michael Leunig is an Australian cartoonist, writer, painter, philosopher and poet, who, let it be known now, I have liked for a long, long time (though not as long as dinosaurs). Leunig said he’s not a religious man in the ‘going to church’ sense, but his work shows he thinks deeply about the sunshine and rain of life. I am surprised how many Australians haven’t heard of him.
So every now and again I’d like to share some of his work. I read Leunig’s gratitude poems to my school students, and they responded with whole-hearted ones of their own. This won’t make me money, of course , but I just want to get my hunch in early this time.
We give thanks for singers.
All types of singers.
Popular, concert singers and tuneless singers in the bath.
Whistlers, hummers and those who sing while they work.
Singers of lullabies; singers of nonsense
And small scraps of melody.
Singers on branches and rooftops.
Morning yodellers and evening warblers.
Singers in seedy nightclubs, singers in the street;
Singers in cathedrals, school halls,
Grandstands, backyards, paddocks,
Bedrooms, corridors, stairwells and
Places of echo and resonance.
We give praise for all those who give some small voice
To the everyday joy of the soul.
Have you seen a good thing coming?