Stole

A busy, paper-ish, fragmented kind of day to day. I meant to have some time off, but was too sloppy. Never mind, some holiday at the end of this week. The light was too poor for decent photos on the dog walk, so my blip is a close up of one side of the stole that I wore for the bishop's visit yesterday. This is the stole that goes with the cope that the charges bought me as a gift when I became dean (long story, dwarfen predecessors etc. etc.). Mary bought me the stole, embroidered with this uniquely adapted cross. It is rather bling and rather pretty. And represents the burden of priesthood, the yoke across one's neck, the bonds of the captive Jesus...