Ramblings on Navigating Through Life’s Noise…

The world has become a place filled with so much noise. For someone who cherishes the quiet, the amorous sounds of nature and the stillness that can be found on days spent behind the gates of home, the loud outside can often feel oppressive and heavy. In the constant hum and clatter of daily life, finding moments of true silence feels like searching for a rare treasure.

This morning was another gray one. I sat by my window, a cup of coffee warming my hands, watching the moss-draped trees beyond the glass. They stood so still, frozen in place as if the world had stopped just for a moment. No bird calls broke the silence, not even a single chirp or the hum of a distant bug. Just quietness—an enveloping stillness that seemed fitting for the month of October, the season that many call spooky season. A favorite for me with its old horror films and Halloween. I adore the idea of magic, of ghosts, of mythical creatures, and the scary things that are the stuff of dreams and nightmares…

There’s something about these foggy, gray mornings in October. The air hangs heavy and damp, and the world outside my window feels suspended between the present and a memory. It’s reminiscent of the opening scene from a favorite ghost story—mist curling through branches, shadows lingering at the edge of vision, and everything oddly hushed, as if the world itself is waiting for something to stir.

In moments like these, I wonder if the stillness is trying to tell me something. Perhaps it’s a gentle nudge to turn down the volume of the outside world and listen to the quiet voice within. Maybe the grayness isn’t about gloom, but about resetting, about giving space for thoughts to wander and feelings to settle. To believe in the magic of the ordinary, in the comfort of home, and the beauty that exists in the hush between storms.

Navigating through life means finding these moments, recognizing them for the gifts they are. The world may be noisy, chaotic, and even overwhelming, but there will always be mornings like this—silent, gray, and peaceful—reminding me that there’s power in stillness and that sometimes, believing in something more is as simple as letting the quiet in.

The world outside my gates is hectic, it holds so much noise some days that I rush to find my way back and close it out again. I know I am blessed to have this place, this peaceful place that I call home. The time I spend here restores my soul as well as helping me make sense of the chatter and noise that so desperately tries to steal the joy from life. I see people daily that are edgy, sad, and at times agitated at life. I try to be a kind smile in the world of agitation and heaviness. I suppose it is because that is the time of my life, my growing up time, that I find most comforting to remember. We were not assaulted from so many sides by misinformation, lies and divided by the chaotic turmoil that seems to be more frightening than anything real I have ever faced in life before.

I am the ole’ woman, the one many of those I know who are younger ask about things. The question lately is why so many people are so rude and so agitated. My answer: The world is very heavy right now for so many. They are confused, walking through life among chaos and calamity that they did not see coming. They are trying to navigate change that is oppressive and life feels like a dystopian nightmare. The “normal” path they walked now fraught with obstacles that test their faith, their morals, and the way they see others and the world they thought they knew. My advice, don’t take everything so personally, try to be extra kind, to share a smile and a kind word. Make others believe that IS good left in the world, that good people do exist, and there is hope, hope of a future, hope for us all… It just might help ease your load as well…

*Make me believe

Make me believe that there is good to be found,
and that laughter and happiness is all around…
Make me believe that differences don’t matter
and seeds of hope and concern are easy to scatter…
Make me believe that what is, isn’t what has to be,
and that change can make a difference we all can see…
Make me believe that even the lost can be found.
and don’t let despondency and pities keep us bound…
Make me believe that tomorrow will be a better day
and help me find the strength to find my way…
    Please Dear Lord make me believe… I pray…


J.Bodie