We build our churches one atop another. Double exposed Polaroid of St Mary the Virgin, a tiny and fairly remote Essex church.
Natasha Kindred
@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social
Poet and artist in triumphant distress • Reliquary archives a specialty • World's worst Catholic ❤️🔥 Problems merchant - international shipping God stuff: allthehoursgodsends.wordpress.com Strange essays & peculiar fiction: natashakindred.co.uk
I’m always somehow stumbling across the most haunted item on Vinted.
Not now kitten daddy’s drawing esoteric threads between Christ as Mabon Final Boss and Taliesin as the last great radiant-browed magician.
‘No one elected you’ my personal favourite here like 1.5 billion of us didn’t livestream a chimney
Kim McCauley@kimischilling.bsky.social · yesterdayimagine being a heretic AND getting zero bitches? like pick a struggle
Before him, the waters moved and all the ages merged, as light falling into light, and all things and the memory of things drifted into the starry arm of Time.
Natasha Kindred@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social · 2d agoThe Rowan tree crowned with the red fire of the Spirit spoke of poetry’s madness. Its mead tongue and dreadful wild trials. The air became blue with the toll of a single bell. The man with stars in his hair stood like the heron, like a patient spear, and opened a book that bled bright gold.
The Rowan tree crowned with the red fire of the Spirit spoke of poetry’s madness. Its mead tongue and dreadful wild trials. The air became blue with the toll of a single bell. The man with stars in his hair stood like the heron, like a patient spear, and opened a book that bled bright gold.
Natasha Kindred@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social · last wk.The book of the Earth opened and sang. I followed the man, now in the shape of a fish, to a deep wellspring and the salmon still beneath us were vast with the ages, bigger than three men apiece, and fat with wisdom and dreaming worlds into being.
Hit peak Catholicism today by forgetting a prayer halfway through in English and having to finish it in Latin.
Just accidentally signed off an email with 'beast wishes'
Sometimes I’m sending post to the Pope’s secretary, sometimes I’m gluing seeds to things. It’s a varied job.
This is how I remember the order of Henry VIII’s wives.
Dan of the Year@downwithdan.bsky.social · 7d agoAh yes the circle of life
I’m a beast I’m a creature I’m a sprite I’m a gremlin I’ve got dreadful secret feets I eat forbidden meats
The book of the Earth opened and sang. I followed the man, now in the shape of a fish, to a deep wellspring and the salmon still beneath us were vast with the ages, bigger than three men apiece, and fat with wisdom and dreaming worlds into being.
Natasha Kindred@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social · last wk.From here there appeared a man, his black hair wet with stars, and behind him poured five gilded streams from heaven to earth. They pooled at our feet, when the water touched me I beheld the burning aura of trees, I understood the incantations of the swan.
From here there appeared a man, his black hair wet with stars, and behind him poured five gilded streams from heaven to earth. They pooled at our feet, when the water touched me I beheld the burning aura of trees, I understood the incantations of the swan.
Natasha Kindred@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social · last wk.In the dream I stood at the water’s white lip, my body blued with strange inks, flowers I did not know the names of white and yellow tongues in my hand. When I opened my mouth bronze fell out.
Had an amazing dream last night where I had to help King Arthur hide a magic ring and he looked like a mid-fifties geography teacher in a red cableknit jumper and drove a mini that was falling apart.
Sorry to have missed @hookland.bsky.social at Treads last night, but I know a wonderful portal to the County was enjoyed by all who passed through the membrane ♥️
In the dream I stood at the water’s white lip, my body blued with strange inks, flowers I did not know the names of white and yellow tongues in my hand. When I opened my mouth bronze fell out.
Dear peeps, lightning has hit the tower. I’m off dealing with the rubble, but I’ll be back. In the meantime, here’s what appears to now be my prophetic Instructions for a Holy Grief.
Oh, September. I ran to your door eager to get my feet wet. August’s wheat was gone, wind-eaten. My hands were open. Already, you have smiled your brittle orange smile and taken almost everything.
Looks like I picked the wrong time to quit licking batteries
Antlers dull & drab? Tentacles out of control? Fangs & claws chipped and ragged? Don't worry. We're all perfectly imperfect in our own way, and that's ok.
Pope Leo XIV has been gifted a massive green orb and honestly not now massive green orb
All of you too busy at work to play Toads 🐸
Natasha Kindred@thehoursgodsends.bsky.social · 2w agoNo I don’t want to play mermaids, I want to play Toads.