This is a book of reflections on wandering. It could be said that if you stick to a trail you are less likely to wander, but even on a trail one can happily wander. The only trails I knew about growing up were the ones worn deep by the dairy cows sauntering across the pasture.

In spite of having acres of broad pastures to meander across, cows inevitably take the same singular path leading them to and from the dairy barn. In fact, if a cow ever wandered off the beaten path, so to speak, it most always meant something was wrong.

This collection of writings is a simple attempt to share my own marks and experiences along the way as well as an invitation to meander alongside my own thoughts, musings, and reflections. Like trails, some of the pieces will take you places with a specific destination or point. Others are winding walkabouts where I am just thinking out loud to no one in particular.

The stories themselves are not connected, other than the threads of grace weaving throughout. And while they are organized along four main sections, they can be read in any order the reader likes, or in no particular order at all.