"... un chanson jamais entendu."

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Chapter after chapter, front back and centerI’m a book with many stories.Unnumbered pages, that set all the stages each time that I’m open.Now I’m not much of a reader but I do I find it easier when I know what to expect in a plot.See but my table of contents isn’t showcased in advance because I’m not the one with the ink at hand. There’s a man that I know who comes and never goes, He carries nothing but paper and pen. He takes long walks and rarely ever talks but that seems to say enough.I finally choose to ask him, “hey sir, d’you need direction?” Instead he takes me by the hand. It all turns to a whisper, I can’t believe this mystery all my thoughts become exposed. He says, “don’t be scared to ask, I know it’s quite the task but I’ve already heard you speak. You think that I’m an author, you’re right, but I’m your Father, the author and perfecter of life.” Now when I get nervous I tend to go ‘Out of service’, My hands get clammy and cold. But when he instructed me, all creation stopped to seethe pages turn in my heart.
I glanced at his belongings, no words were even formingHis work was not done in pen. That’s when I felt it all in the chamberof my small bewildered and vulnerable chest. He said “My daughter your have stories, I know because I wrote these, but let me just sign my name. Not on a dotted line but right along the spine of the book entitled “life”. I’ve written it on your heart right from the very start, there’s so much more to come.Because a Chapter’s not enough for me to reconstruct, so let’s just take this day-by-day. -(written December 13th 2009, Marika Sorila)

Chapter after chapter, front back and center
I’m a book with many stories.
Unnumbered pages, that set all the stages each time that I’m open.
Now I’m not much of a reader but I do I find it easier
when I know what to expect in a plot.See but my table of contents isn’t showcased in advance because I’m not the one with the ink at hand.
There’s a man that I know who comes and never goes,
He carries nothing but paper and pen. He takes long walks and rarely ever talks but that seems to say enough.I finally choose to ask him, “hey sir, d’you need direction?” Instead he takes me by the hand. It all turns to a whisper, I can’t believe this mystery all my thoughts become exposed. He says, “don’t be scared to ask, I know it’s quite the task but I’ve already heard you speak. You think that I’m an author, you’re right, but I’m your Father, the author and perfecter of life.”
Now when I get nervous I tend to go ‘Out of service’,

My hands get clammy and cold. But when he instructed me,
all creation stopped to seethe pages turn in my heart.

I glanced at his belongings, no words were even forming
His work was not done in pen. That’s when I felt it all in the chamber
of my small bewildered and vulnerable chest.
He said “My daughter your have stories, I know because I wrote these, but let me just sign my name. Not on a dotted line but right along the spine of the book entitled “life”. I’ve written it on your heart right from the very start, there’s so much more to come.
Because a Chapter’s not enough for me to reconstruct, so let’s just take this day-by-day. -(written December 13th 2009, Marika Sorila)

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it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas!

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Satellite heart.

Satellite Heart- Anya Marina
Roslyn- Bon Iver & St.Vincent
Possibility- Lykke Li
Hearing Damage- Thom Yorke

…and those are just some of the magnificent songs on the New Moon soundtrack. A bunch of us from school went and saw it last saturday in Lancaster, followed by our Pigeon Hole party that night. (“a pirate & raver, united” photo is evidence)
Nothing too crazy has been happening here in the land of sheep and chandeliers; christmas is rolling around the corner though. I’m seeing the red starbucks cups everywhere. The tacky decorations in all the supermarkets and shops. I happily received my mom and sister’s christmas packages and they’ve been living under my bed. Poor things needed to come out for a breather. So i did them a favor and opened one. Ok, maybe i opened 2. Larissa, thank you SO much for buying “A Christmas Story”. i cried of joy when i saw that there was a dvd in the package. i just knew it was it. So i opened it because a bunch of us want to watch it this weekend! And then earlier today i decided i wanted to see what the earrings in the package looked like, and i love them :) thank you.

Today’s American Thanksgiving, so there’s currently a traditional game of football being played on the soccer pitch outside. The dark grey clouds aren’t going anywhere. Followed by that we have a yummy turkey & cranberry sauce dinner to be consumed. Then instead of evening lectures we’re playing “Elf” in the conference hall! Could i ask for a better thursday? mmmm, nope! Then tomorrow’s seminar day and “German Night”.
Then this coming sunday, Kinsley and I are doing worship at a little church a few miles away. Then next sunday i’m doing my first outreach and going to another church with a group of us and we’re putting on an hour long program/evening service for old & young people. I’m thinking i might do a christmas tune or two. We’ll see how that goes.
I just can’t believe how close it’s getting to christmas… blows my mind.
Ah! just realized i have a ton of letters to send and the bookshop closes in 20 minutes.
Hope you’re all enjoying your brisk temperatures back at home. i love you all. deeply. madly. truly.

xx, marika.

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a pirate and a raver, united.

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i get by with a little help from my friends.

Ah! I’m so sorry it’s been since Scotland that i’ve written in here last. i’m on my blog almost every other day but never feel inclined to post anything. it’s the ‘2 week mark’ now though, so i figured it’d be appropriate to share a few updates and details.

friday night was “British Night” which was such a blast. Everything from “robin hood trivia questions” to “best british accent” contests; it was a laugh. random massage and disney sign along sessions in the main lobby until curfew. teaching david Stacie Orrico on the piano. watching Shakespeare in Love in the middle of the afternoon and dreaming about how i’ll soon visit the Globe theatre. yesterday a bus load of us went to a town nearby called Preston where i made my first trip to Primark. (equivalent to heaven. k, maybe not quite) i was pleased with my few purchases, them being: a new flannel, a white long-sleeved shirt, a new towel, nail clippers and liquid eyeliner. wonderful things a girl needs. then we kicked back at a coffee shop for a bit until we had to head on back home. bussing home was magical. tiring, but magical. the sun sets at 430ish, and it had been a dark and cloudy day. so as we made our way home, i stared out the window at the black clouds and fiery sunset and listened to beautiful sounds with kinsley. from bon iver to ray lamontagne to the cranberries to ben folds. it was good.

now i’m deadly sick and feel like i could die of ridiculousness in a matter of moments. the left side of my EVERYTHING is dis-functional. as usual. from my sinuses to the deepest darkest parts of my lungs. i feel like the biggest viral creature in all of england right now. this week might go by super slow… and i might throw a fit. but i’m in england, so.. i’ll deal :)
whoever’s reading this, i like you a lot. i probably even love you. i hope and trust you’re well and not sick like me. if there’s snow in your neck of the woods, i envy you. the chances of us getting any here are slim to none. so much for a white christmas.
i’ll keep you posted on scandals and drama if any surface. haha.. which most likely won’t happen.

k. my mind is in 11 places right now. i should stop before i regret this post.
from my cuppa tea to yours,

marika, xx.

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i feel closer to you in this tree than i do behind a sunday morning pew.
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Wow, so what can i say… the last 2 days of my life have been spent in the beautiful city of Edinburgh, Scotland… and i have to somehow hop on coach tomorrow and head back to Carnforth, England. what kind of sick joke is that? my heart’s here now. it’s not fair. i’m currently on my bed & breakfast floor half asleep after a day’s worth of walking and exploring. i can’t feel my thighs. my pinky toes hate me because i walked around half the day in my new gumboots. they’re brilliant. i also had dinner at the Elephant House tonight. (the cafe where J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter on napkins etc) a huge bowl of tomato soup and bread rolls. de-freaking-licious. we spent the evening walking around in the rain and wind, laughing and taking in our last night.
i came home to a huge bar of a Galaxy Chocolate Bar. (the best chocolate ever) that David bought me and all the girls in our room. i’m happy. even though my feel hurt baaaad. now i’m going to crawl into my pj’s, edit some pictures (check on facebook if you haven’t yet!) and make a video blog in the morning for you all to see :)quote(s) of the day:” Carpe Daaaaaaayum.”- Bon Qui Qui.or my interpreted version… ” Seize the Daaaaayum.”“imma cut you.”xox, marika.

a Halloween dinner fit for a queen.

Wow, so what can i say… the last 2 days of my life have been spent in the beautiful city of Edinburgh, Scotland… and i have to somehow hop on coach tomorrow and head back to Carnforth, England. what kind of sick joke is that? my heart’s here now. it’s not fair. i’m currently on my bed & breakfast floor half asleep after a day’s worth of walking and exploring. i can’t feel my thighs. my pinky toes hate me because i walked around half the day in my new gumboots. they’re brilliant. i also had dinner at the Elephant House tonight. (the cafe where J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter on napkins etc) a huge bowl of tomato soup and bread rolls. de-freaking-licious. we spent the evening walking around in the rain and wind, laughing and taking in our last night.

i came home to a huge bar of a Galaxy Chocolate Bar. (the best chocolate ever) that David bought me and all the girls in our room. i’m happy. even though my feel hurt baaaad. now i’m going to crawl into my pj’s, edit some pictures (check on facebook if you haven’t yet!) and make a video blog in the morning for you all to see :)

quote(s) of the day:

” Carpe Daaaaaaayum.”- Bon Qui Qui.
or my interpreted version… ” Seize the Daaaaayum.”



“imma cut you.”
xox, marika.

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a little scottish life for me. (Travel weekend!)

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i fell inlove at the seaside.

what an ideal day today has been. slept in till 10am, had a magnificent brunch, ate it with beautiful people and played lots of piano. with kinsley. her and i are going to be playing a couple songs for elderly people on wednesday, haha! after some of that i did some letter writing, bible reading and quiet time in the library. sort of quiet time. then the best of the best happened. a few of us girlies hopped in a car and took off to Morecambe and had coffee by the ocean. so beautiful. so good. so absoultely perfect in every way. then if it couldn’t get any better, we drove back into Carnforth and met up with a few others and went out to a pub for real fish n’ chips. i don’t think i’ll be able to eat for the next 3 days i’m so full. we picked up some things from the grocery store afterwards and then taxied home. and of course Coldplay’s Viva La Vida CD was playing the whole time.

*insert heart full of utter and complete joy here*
today has been a good day. a really good day. upstairs from me in the conference hall they’re having a LOTR marathon. i should probably join in. but i might just consider playing Capture the Flag in the pitch black with all this incredible wind. ahhhh, the choices. (L)
ps. 5 days until Edinburgh, Scotland!!!

my love to you all,
Marika.

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some shots from Saturday’s trip to Liverpool.