Thursday, March 31, 2011

Now hear this!



I am in love... again, his name is Adrian Vieni and he films under the name Wood and Wires.

Check out his videos, they are gorgeously filmed and the talent he gets to capture is phenomenal.

This is just one of many: Imaginary cities

http://vimeo.com/21602986

And the JUNO goes to...

Bust out your victory dance people cause we have a winner! The JUNOS were on recently and I am pretty stoked on how things turned out. To no ones surprise Arcade Fire racked up a bunch of rewards to add to their rapidly filling mantel pieces and Justin Bieber collected a few more trophies as I assumed he would, but what made me smile is that NEIL YOUNG actually won what he deserved to, artist of the year. It gave me some hope about peoples views of music and that these award shows aren't (complete) popularity contests.

On another note, I have to say I AM SO JAZZED on the fact that my buddies SAID THE WHALE WON!! Oh my-lanta I seriously leaped onto the couch , (think Tom Cruise)I am so proud of these guys (and gal) it was brilliant. Our pal Greg Sczebel picked up an award all his own too in the Contemporary Christian genre. The only downside to the night is that my lady Hannah Georgas didn't win in either of her categories but the fact that she was nominated not once, but twice is a huge deal!

It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside to think I have met JUNO WINNERS, and NOMINEES! Kind of rad in my eyes, and to think they have performed in DUNCAN?!? I hope they don't think they are too good for us now :P

Anyways I just had to vent the excitement inside of my body, here is my favourite Greg Sczebel song "Homeland" this version always brings me to tears. The visual is so simple and yet so captivating and you can really just see into Greg's heart and it is a truly genuine moment, THIS IS GOOD! Enjoy it, much love people!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Standing on the edge of everything I've never been before...


This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?


Yesterday morning I received a little message from God, at least I am taking it that way. I recently received my application for YWAM and have been struggling to know if this is my next step or not. I am a person who is horrible at making decisions, especially important ones, and the whole money thing is a huge issue also as I have never saved money before for anything.


But God being the awesome man he is spoke to me yesterday morning. I was blow drying my hair as usual, music blasting, the morning's selection was "Nice, Nice, very nice" by Dan Mangan. "Road Regrets" welcomed me and as I was dancing and singing along I randomly looked myself in the mirror, stopped what I was doing and just listened. "The cost is more than what you get paid, but do it anyways" Yup, there it was, it just clicked in my head and that was that. I knew right then and there that no matter what the cost (money wise and life wise) I was going to do this.


So that's where I'm at, I'm going to the library to print out the application this morning and to hopefully get started on some of the questions, at least the one where it asks my name. :) I also haven't told my mom yet so pray for that as she always seems to be the hardest.


I'll keep you updated on how things are going and if and when I get accepted feel free to give me your lunch money, cause I may need it ;)


Money count so far: saved- $224.71

: need - $5775.29 (at least)



Much love- Yams

Friday, March 25, 2011

Wasted days make for wasted years...


My Uncle Bruce died yesterday, and I didn't even see it coming. He was 64. Since October or maybe even earlier he had been complaining about pain in his back. Many hospital visits and different tests brought no results until just after Christmas time they finally figured it out. Cancer. As always that stupid little "C" word crept into the mouths of family members and left us feeling sick to our stomachs. I was unaware of the severity and am still in a state of shock. I never got to say goodbye.

Uncle Bruce was and is my favourite Uncle, (Sorry to the other four of you but it is what it is.)Him and my Auntie Barbara always gave us gifts for every birthday and every Christmas, always went out of their way to put in that little extra effort. With my parents being divorced it meant alot that being from my Dad's side of the family they continued to have a relationship with my Mom, my cousin Dave still calls Mom Auntie Julie even though he is only ten or so years her junior.

I really feel for my sister though, being the extreme individual that she is not many people try to relate to her but when she decided to take this radio course her and Bruce bonded. My Uncle Bruce was on Chek news in the 70's and 80's and he was always extra encouraging to Allison and believed in her 100%, which is something she really cherished.

One nice thing that really gets me about death is that it brings people together. When my grandpa Dave died just over a year ago our family got together for the first time in years! Like ten years! It was so heartwarming to see all of my Dad's family together and that bonds were made. Considering there are eight siblings (maybe 9?) it was really neat to see all of them together, Grandpa would of been proud.

"Auntie" Bruce I'm going to miss you so much, thanks for all the joy you brought to my life. I love you.

Babe I already miss you, and you only just walked out the door...

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

All my friends can't get along with the idea of growing old.


AH! I am so stoked right now, the sun is shining and it feels like Spring has officially arrived :D This weather really just makes me want to play and be silly. I just wanna dance! I have this weekend off of work and I'm hoping the sunshine sticks around for a bit cause I am ready for it! My favourite thing to do on days like this is go down to Dallas road in Victoria and walk all along the beach down to the breakwater. I can remember being about 8 years old and my mom, sister, and I were on one of our infamous walks and on the way back I was just done. My poor little feet were so upset so I flicked off my sneakers like the lil hippie I was and decided to barefoot it all the way back. Just as my whining was getting to it's peak a group of twenty- something guys zipped past on scooters. My heart yearned to sit on the back of one and feel the wind in my hair. God answered my prayers and they came back around the corner for a second time, being the little ham that I was I stuck my thumb out to hitch a ride. My mother let out a laugh and one Jim Carey look-a-like skidded to a halt and said "hop on kiddo!." It was kind of the coolest thing ever.

Spring has sprung people and my heart is all a flutter. Let's go frolic!

Although I love this song year round, it is definitely a staple in my spring/summer soundtrack. Joni Mitchell, how I love thee!

Monday, March 21, 2011

One thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain.


Hey kids! So I recently read the book "High Fidelity" (there is also a moving staring John Cusack for those non-reading types out there) and in it the main character owns a record store. Now one of my dreams is to own a record store, I would carry all types of music and there would be super sweet listening booths and also a open space in the front for open mic nights and such. It would be legend- you called it- dary. I would help you find that song or record that is stuck in your head, sure you only know the one line, trust me, I know what one you are talking about.

I love how a song can instantly take you back to a moment, most of my fondest memories have a song attached to them. Just this morning while I was at work a classic oldie of my childhood came on the overhead. "MMM bop" by Hanson flooded my ears and I was instantly brought back to my sister and I swooning over Isaac, Taylor, and Zac, singing along as Mom drove to Victoria. Hand out the window, sun warming my skin, it couldn't get any better. I instantly texted my sister to tell her the good news hoping she would get the same warm fuzzies I did.

The second installment of Y.A.W.N. (young adult worship night) happened this Saturday and the music was pretty phenomenal. Many of my favourite worship songs were sung and one of my singing companions attended with me and as we harmonized along with the worship leader we couldn't help giggling. The crowd was pretty tiny and all the girls sitting in my section happened to be singers so we had our own choir accompanying the band. It was pretty great to say the least.

Music has a way of bringing people together like nothing else, I love the feeling, I really do. As for now "Music is my boyfriend." It's going pretty swell and I think I'm in it for the long haul, as long as the Rebecca Black phenomenon comes to an end that is.

For all you "This is Good" readers out there, this one's for you!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Flew in like a breeze but blew out like a hurricane...


I'm sure you have your own interpretation of that sentence but when I heard it sung in the song "hurricane" by Treeline I thought of one solitary thing.

(Here is a link to the song and lyrics:
http://treelines.bandcamp.com/track/hurricane )


Here's the scenario: You are just living life going through your daily routine when you have an encounter with someone new. Not knowing this person you non-chalantly shake hands and make small talk slowly getting to know one another, thinking there is a slight possibility of friendship you make plans to hangout. Exchanging stories of childhood and weekends past you realize you have a lot in common and decide to make it official, you add one another on Facebook. Commenting on photos, making statuses of inside jokes you realize this person who seemed to appear out of nowhere is starting to impact your life in a major way. Weeks turn to months and your relationship turns sour. The things you used to find endearing about each other now irk you to your core. A massive fight ensues and then it's over. A huge mess is left behind and the friends you abandoned previously are left to pick up the pieces while you stand alone wondering where it all went wrong.

So what now? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to stand by the wayside and let this relationship fall into the abyss or are you going to search for that original feeling that made you think "This is good" and hold on to it for dear life? I'm a little puzzled with that one myself. As for now I'm staring out into the unknown hopeful of what is to come.

"Welcome to the fallout.... I dare you to move"

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Every once in a while I think I'm dying...


... my heart lurches to a halt, I gasp for air, my knees buckle and I end up in a ball on the floor trembling. You caused this, yes you. By a simple touch, a short glance, you gazed into my soul caressing every inch, lingering for just a moment, just long enough to leave your mark. Carelessly as you finished you left me by the wayside, no longer needing me for satisfaction, I, still depending on you for joy continue to reach out at loose threads. Pulling at every possible connection I unravel the meager remains of you and me. Words which meant everything to me meant nothing to you, apparently over thought and taken out of context. My stomach is in knots at the thought of you yet this grin still sneaks up on my face, corners of my mouth slowly rising against my will, I've always been a good liar.


Monday, March 14, 2011

You make music in my heart I dance to...

Gahh okay people if you didn't know already you are soon to be educated. I, Amy Pickard, love musicals.

That's right I said it, now if you encounter me on a regular basis you may have noticed I frequently burst into song, on occasion I dance down grocery store aisles and I have been known to wear some rather extravagant outfits. Like I said, musical theater is kind of my thing.

So last night Les Mis (one of my all time favourites) was on the televison I let out a little squeal of "THIS IS GOOD" and cuddled up on the couch to sing along. Lemme tell you, I was not dissapointed. PBS tends to put on these showings of live performances be it David Foster and all the people he discovered or an epic Symphony of some sort but I was thoroughly suprised to see Les Mis.

Now here is an added tidbit of info that made this production even more special. Nick Jonas, member of the Jonas Brothers phenomenon played Marius. I must admit I was a little skeptical at first but as the show continued on his voice actually surprised me, especially during "Empty chairs at Empty tables." (I'll post the video below)

Anyways, next month Shawnigan Lake school is doing Oliver and I gotta say I'm stoked! Definitely going to be reporting back on that one, have a good one friends.



This is one of my all time favourite songs from any musical, used it for many an audition. This woman (Samantha Barks) has so much emotion and a beautiful voice. Loves it


Poor Eponine but hell her voice at 3:33, best chills ever.



That is all, love you <3

Friday, March 11, 2011

Ain't tryin to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light...


So I assume most of you have heard about the devastating earthquake that hit Japan last night (our time) and how the repercussions are being felt all around the world. Now I am going to admit something and you may all hate me but the fact is when these natural disasters happen, I tend to not really feel anything. I have friends who want to help with relief efforts and get all gung ho about what they can do but I just don't have it in me. Call me selfish, but never having that sort of thing happen to me I just can't fathom the pain that these people are going through and therefore I can't relate and I end up apathetic.

Many of my friends good ol facebook statuses are about their sympathetic feelings for the people of Japan and frankly I agree with these views, but posting it on facebook seems useless in my eyes. The one thing I saw this morning that was refreshing was my buddies post that said "there is always a reason."

Being a Christian woman I agree with this 100% God is using this tragedy for his purpose and whatever that is, I'm with it. Sure I most likely wouldn't be saying that if it was my house floating around, but I'd like to think I would.

I'll be praying for the Japanese people and if you are wanting to see what you can do to help, do not be discouraged. I am so stoked that you have a passion for that and I will help you in whatever way I can.

Much love and boxes-- Amy

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

Oh happy day, I'll never be the same...

OO OO!!
If you have ever attended Camp Imadene you know what I mean when I say that. "Happy day" is probably the most requested chapel song and gets everybody going, actions included all campers and workers "shout it out cause Jesus is alive." It is my favourite thing! Praising God by singing silly songs and being filled with so much joy that you cannot help but smile. So I am super stoked for camp this year.

(This picture is the first day the kids were at camp, me being the girl that I am wanted to do something silly and joined all these boys playing a game we invented called "group pong" notice the neon sunglasses, I am just that cool)

Last summer I attended Imadene for the first time and the results of my week were mixed. I was rather lonely as the position I chose didn't have me working with many other people my age and I didn't get to partake in many activities as I was stuck running mine for the five hours of free time every day. But when the week came to an end I immediately missed the environment and yearned to go back. I realized God wanted me there to talk to the campers and be a light for them. This was new for me as I was usually the one being mentored and running around making friends and now I was sacrificing my week to make someone else's memorable. So I came to the conclusion that this summer I was going to cabin lead.

Considering all the connections I made with the kids (they are all in high school but yes I'll refer to them as kids) I didn't think it would be much of a stretch to just hop in a cabin and go from there. Luckily we are paired up with another person so whatever weaknesses I have hopefully my companion will make up for them and we can impact the lives of these 12 girls that I am going to be blessed with.

The countdown is on people only 146 days left to make me a worthy leader. Let's do this thing!


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change...




My friend Cassia and my friendly friend Aidan Knight make the same pouty face. This is good...

If this is love, than what is hate?

Alright people, here's the dealio: my family is slowing killing me.
My mother is slowly etching away at my soul and I am unable to retaliate for she is my mother, and I am to honour her, but I am breaking down day by day and I need out!


For example, my mom has a thing for punctuality. If you say you are going to be home at four o'clock you best not be home at 4:03 or she will go on a rant about breaking trust and giving an inch and taking a mile and so on a so forth. So last night while at BIBLE STUDY of all things she calls during our prayer time to ask where the heck I am. She knows fully where I am and it's not like I'm out partying somewhere doing inappropriate things, I'm at bible study for goodness sakes and it's not even ten p.m. yet! I have so much built up tension that I burst into tears over the smallest of things now and I just can't deal. I have so much love for this woman but she is slowly tearing me apart.

On another note, I deleted my sister from facebook a month or so ago because I could no longer handle seeing the path that she is going down. She re-added me yesterday though and I finally broke down and accepted. The thing is my heart is so bitter towards her and loving her is not the easiest thing. But one of the study girls made an awesome point last night that really struck me. We were talking about someone else's situation and she said something along the lines of "but think, God has so much more love for her than you do!" I loved that because even at this current moment as I am completely detached from this person God is loving her more than ever, and more than I ever could. It was a comforting thought as I no longer have any feeling for this person that use to be my "sister." When she first moved we used to bug my Grandma for she was practically mourning because she was gone, but now I can see where she was coming from. With little contact and the fact that my sister has become someone unrecognizable I feel like I have lost a family member. And whenever we do see her it's like starting fresh with a complete stranger and I actually feel myself getting annoyed with her presence. That is so messed up!!

So I'm at a major breaking point and I don't know where to go from here so I'm taking it day by day and using every bit of patience I can just to cope. Thanks for letting me rant. xoxo Amy

Rain, rain go away, come again another day, all the world is waiting for the sun...

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Spill out your heart sister, show me your passion


There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it brings me out the dark

Over the past few days I have been allowed to witness some friends of mine in their so called "element." Doing what they love in front of a crowd, showing us their hearts in their most pure and innocent form and I have to say, I feel pretty special for being allowed to witness that.

On Saturday night a few of us went to watch the music festival, now I love me my music festival, I was almost in tears because I was not up on that stage. But watching my friend I realized this is her passion! She was glowing simply for the fact that she was doing something that she loves.

Last night I attended a new monthly event at Newlife where they show documentaries or movies of substance. The one for this month was called "hope for the sold" it was made by my acquaintances Jay and Michelle Brock. The purpose of this film is to educate about Sex Trafficking. Now I'm not going to get all preachy here and ask you to go out into the world and get your hands dirty but they gave us a list of small things we can do and you can check it out too at http://www.hopeforthesold.com/

Watching Michelle speak last night was so cool, for the time I have known her I have never heard her say more than a few words but during the question session she spoke with so much eloquence and conveyed her message extremely well. It was a neat thing to see.


That's what passions do though. I love watching a person speak about something they love, they kind of get all flustered and that grin beams across their face as they can't get the words out fast enough. It's such an endearing thing.


But of course while I was watching all of these people my little brain go to thinking, what's mine? What is the one thing that I have that when people think "Amy" they think of this. Frankly, I have no idea what that would be. In school I was always the girl that had too many things going on. I was into sports, theater, improv, dance, student council, singing, YoungLife and so many other things on a weekly basis, instead of becoming really good at one of these I settled for being mediocre at all of them.


So what's your passion? I'd really appreciate your replies as I think knowing the answer to that I will really get an insight on who you are as person and I'll so some soul searching and hopefully be able to give you an answer to what mine may be :)


As for now I'm just Amy, the well rounded girl who has too many hobbies and not enough passion.