BAFTA Cymru award-winner, writer, journalist, opinion writer & pop philosopher. Author of 'I Can Hear The Cuckoo'. Contributor to
@Guardian
,
@observeruk
, etc
It’s the depth of shallowness in which narcissism masquerades as honesty, veracity and feminism. When really it’s about validation & consumerism -where image is King. Astonishing how people are committed to their lack of depth.
This is Jane, my 73-year-old friend. She bought a purple bike, a purple helmet and orange gloves. She married at 70 - after being single for 37 years. She’s full of adventure. She sent this picture to me because I was sad & she wanted to make me smile ❤️
I’m in the Guardian today with this article about my farmer friend. I hope I’ve managed to capture the glorious simplicity of his life. His life maybe insular, but it is no less full than those of us who feel we need to climb mountains.
@guardian
I wrote about the 90’s club scene & how MDMA opened up important conversations while we queued for the loo. It was therapy. A golden era of ‘misspent youth’
There Was Nothing “Wasted” About My Youth Spent Clubbing on Ecstasy via
@Filtermag_org
On Xmas eve my mum died at 62. A doc in scrubs saw me wandering, sat me down & bought me a coffee. A lady holding presents, stopped me, put her presents down & hugged me & asked my mum’s name so she could pray for her. And 7 years later, at xmas, I think about these 2 strangers
Sometimes I can’t quite believe how much my life has changed. In London I’d be writing in a coffee shop, surrounded by city buzz. Today I walked up a hill, spotted Wilf the farmer in his tractor & yelled across the field: “WILF, I MADE SOME CHERRY CRUMBLE, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME?!”
6 days ago I found this 6-week-old kitten lost halfway up a mountain. He was starving and petrified. And now he plays with a ball the neighbour knitted for him, listens to
@ClassicFM
& sleeps on a chaise lounge ❤️
OK everyone. Just spoke to Wilf. The onion is sliced & fried. The fish is battered. The biscuits are chocolate. The paste in his sarnies: beef
#wilf
@guardian
This happened a year ago - my author copies of my book arrived! My career advisor at school thought a working class girl like me could never be a writer - “writing can only be a hobby.”
Every year I make my 65-year-old single neighbour a valentines card and give her chocolates from my cat, Blackberry (she buys her cat toys throughout the year). And every year she laughs & cries ❤️
I saw my book in the bookshop today. It was weird and rather wonderful.
When I was 13 the careers advisor at school said I should see my love for writing as a hobby - it was too ambitious to think of it as a possible career.
I lost my dad recently. My mum died 9 years this Xmas eve. In my salad years I thought things that were natural, & in the order of life, would feel less brutal because of our awareness of the inevitability of it all. But I never knew how natural could feel so brutal & unnatural.
I’m having an awful time at the moment - someone I trusted has treated me abominably. But I just got an email from a stranger & it’s made all the difference. So I wanted to share it:
“What messes us up most in life is the picture in our heads of how it is supposed to be.” The picture in our heads should be seen as a blueprint & not a ‘colour by numbers’ canvas - life is the opposite of ‘colour by numbers’ - it’s abstract
My latest article out today for NYC publication,
@Filtermag_org
. Thank you
@mattbagg
for contributing. And
@ProfDavidNutt
for existing!! There Was Nothing “Wasted” About My Youth Spent Clubbing on Ecstasy
#MDMA
Something rather lovely happened today. I was in a restaurant. A woman came up to me. She told me she read my book. I thanked her. She said she’s going thru a hard time. Then we hugged. And that was it. I like this unexpected closeness 2 strangers that makes the world feel small.
Just had a plumber visit, his second visit. I didn’t know he knew I was a writer. But just now, before he left, he asked me if I could sign my book that he just bought for his wife for Xmas. ❤️
Neighbour just text me she’s got an Easter egg hunt in her garden on Sat for the neighbours. At 48 I’ll be the youngest there. A while ago I told her I had never been on an egg hunt so she put one together especially for me. And she’s been doing it ever since. This is the 3rd yr.
The cuckoo arrived in the valley this morning! I love how everyone who heard it expressed real joy upon hearing it. I’m thrilled it’s come just before my book, I Can Hear The Cuckoo, is released. 😀
“It is magical how words arranged in a particular order, immortalised in a letter, can make their way through your fingertips and travel through your veins until all you can feel is heart”
#WorldLetterWritingDay
I had coffee with a filmmaker today. We talked about solitariness, psychedelics, Duran Duran, sameness, Kant. We almost forgot to talk about what was scheduled because we were too excited talking about random stuff. And afterwards I felt like I had just eaten a really good meal
My neighbour just texted me:
“Thanks for having me, you both cheered me up. So proud of you kiran clever pretty lady. Xx”
She knows that I don’t have my mum, so she always cheers me on & tells me she’s proud of me when something goes well. And I’m always so moved by it ❤️❤️❤️
Post- Hay shattered in pjs pic. Thanks to author and fab speaker
@mikeparkerwales
for sharing the ‘stage’ with me. And thanks for all the lovely people who turned up and asked interesting questions. I love how the kindness of strangers always lingers. 🥰
I met
#SineadOConnor
once in a pub in Dublin. I was with a friend who knew her. She came over for a chat. She was petite, had beautiful features and was incredibly shy and delicate. She embodied both strength and delicacy: a sheep in wolf’s clothing.
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A film has been made on an article I wrote for
@guardian
on Wilf Davies. It will be premiering
@Tribeca
with myself credited as writer.
Thanx filmmaker
@ChristianCarg
for being sensitive to Wilf & for sharing my vision.
Thanx to co-producer
@WakeleyLily
After watching Magic Medicine, I walked away thinking: antidepressants take you away from yourself, while psychedelics make you shake hands with yourself.
#Psilocybin
@ProfDavidNutt
@Drug_Science
Help! Writing a feature article on people sending handwritten letters since lockdown. Have you started writing letters to friends/family? If so, please DM me.
#journorequest
Last summer I bled all over my keyboard and wrote ‘I Can Hear The Cuckoo’
On the 5th May I’ll be a guest on
@BBCWomansHour
I’ll be talking about my book and solitariness, philosophy, grief & what a small Welsh farming community taught me about life.
It’s dad’s 1 yr anniversary of death. He was 75. Mum died 9 yrs ago at 62. There’s a real feeling of being impoverished coupled with an acute awareness & sensitivity to the fact everything will become a memory, & even the most mundane, 1 day will be the thing we long 4 the most.
💫 FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:
Can’t believe I’m writing this:
Heart Valley has qualified for the 95th Academy Awards entry for BEST DOCUMENTARY SHORT.
Shortlist voting opens tomorrow!
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Heart Valley will premiere on 26th July BBC2 Wales & then go straight to iPlayer. When my article came out so many ppl wanted to see it in film - it's here! A short film that may challenge your perspective on life..
#HeartValley
#WilfDavies
@guardian
#Farming
#Wales
Throughout our lives, Christmas will be mercurial; it will change with our personal circumstances.
Let us be free to paint our own picture of Christmas. It belongs to me, you and anyone else who feels the spirit of it.
My editor wanted a pic of me working in the garden. So I gave her this. She said she doesn’t want to use it because I look like I just killed someone & am about to bury them. I also look like I enjoyed it. And she doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression of me 😁
Was given a course of 1-2-1 pottery lessons for my bday. Tomorrow will be my 2nd class. Once a week, in the afternoon, I hang out with a semi-retired potter in a fabulous workshop. While making stuff we chat about things like death, art & what makes a good life. It’s wonderful ❤️
I was so upset about something today that I cried. And then this picture came up on my feed and made me happy. So I thought I should share it & spread the happiness. I like how life is sometimes quite simple.
OUT NOW!
#ICanHearTheCuckoo
is a tender, philosophical memoir about the beauty of a microscopic life, the value of solitariness, and respecting the rhythm and timing of the earth.
@KiranSidhu41
“I Can Hear the Cuckoo is a tender, philosophical memoir about the beauty of a microscopic life, the value of solitariness, and respecting the rhythm and timing of the earth”
#NationalSolitudeDay
JD Vance says that Kamala Harris is a “childless cat lady” who is “miserable” with her life because she didn’t have children, and that not having children means that she doesn’t have “a direct stake” in America. Story.
“I Can Hear the Cuckoo is a tender, philosophical memoir about the beauty of a microscopic life, the value of solitariness, and respecting the rhythm and timing of the earth.”
A girl who was horrible to me at school has just contacted me to say sorry she was nasty to me. I accepted her apology. The past is always still present.