Thoughts are like dogs, unleashed they get into mischief.

. There I was on Sunday, happily pottering around in the kitchen of my Garden of Eden. I was finding a way to deal with the abundance of figs, so I was experimenting. I’d cooked them in lots of ways and this Sunday I tried drying them. I was excited and so looking forward to using the figs for dinner along with the veggies and potatoes I’d gathered from our garden. I was happy, life was good.

Once the thoughts got home I happily made dinner.

Once I had put the figs in the oven to dry, I went outside to see where John was hanging out. I love going outside these days.
One of the things about living here is the peace and quiet.
We live on a dirt road and with the main highway only a stones throw away hardly any traffic comes down our road.  
But when I got outside, I had to do a double take.
Right in front of my eyes was a steady stream of cars driving up and down, on my road! 
Being a rural know it all, I immediately knew what this traffic meant.
A closed highway due to a serious, fatal crash in which at least one person would have died.

And that was the end of my happy pottering, because away my thoughts went.
They were immediately jolted from their peaceful place in which everything was wonderful to a dreadful place about death.
They became like dogs . . . roaming where they had no business, having a grand old time.
They went straight to a place where they could smell upset and drama; closely following the police to the door and feeling the despair of the family when they received the bad news.
From there they went on to Christmas, a Christmas with the pain of missing the one who would no longer be there to share the fun.

Then my thoughts became fixed on me and my life; they became real personal.
This time, they focused on John, my daughters and everybody else I didn’t want to lose in an accident.
I frantically tried to figure out if any of them were on the road that day and before I knew it I felt as if somebody in my own family had died. 

For heavens sake, where was my thinking going to? 

Well, it had gone totally haywire.
Thoughts behaving no different from dogs, absolutely going for it, roaming around like there was no tomorrow and completely ignoring their happy home where they belonged.
Jeez, there I was getting all worked up, feeling upset and even beginning to grieve.

What was going on?
Was my brain doing this to train me in coping with the unexpectedness of sudden death in my own life?
Was it preparing me, so if it ever happened I’d know how it feels and it would be less of a blow?
Or do I go to grief so I don’t look callous? Somebody obviously just died, how can I just carry on happily as if nothing happened?
Maybe feeling so fearful helps me to protect the people I love from harm?

Take your pick.
All of the above were going through my mind when I asked myself the question “What’s going on here, where is my thinking at?”

Well let’s take a closer look.
None of this kind of roaming serves me or looks particularly useful to me.
These thoughts are certainly not training nor preparing me to cope with any life disasters.
I realized that I can intelligently and purposefully prepare for what life will throw at me, by growing within; personally and spiritually so I understand that life flows, that nothing stays the same and that people along with other things move on. 
Is going on with being happy callous? How can that be, how is me being upset and miserable going to help the people who just lost their loved one. The best thing I can do is send them love and then express my gratitude for everything that’s in my life.
And about being fearful for my own family I have only one thing to say. Stop it and ‘dogs’, come back home at once!
Being fearful will produce the very thing you are afraid of, so let it go, stay home and be happy.

There you have it, how my terrible roaming thoughts nearly destroyed me on a peaceful, happy Sunday.
They need serious reigning in, I constantly have to drag them back to where they belong.
To my figs and my blissful life, to home. 

I want to say a big Thank You to Wallace D.Wattle because it is his explanation about thoughts that gave me this insight into how thoughts are better when you keep them at home.   
Try it and see if you notice the difference.