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a country girl dancing in the rain

I am a student, interested in ecology, zoology, conservation, botany, literature, psychology and languages. I love animals. I guess I'm kind of a goth. I enjoy cooking, gardening and meditating. I'm a Virgo. Unlike most descriptions of virgos, I am not very tidy. I like to think of it as eclectic clutter. I laugh a lot. My favourite films are A Beautiful Mind, Chocolat and the Harry Potter movies. I like rainy days the best...sitting on the verandah at home with a book, watching lightning flit across the sky, and listening to raindrops dance on the tin roof.

In my lifetime I want to make a difference somehow for the environment and for animal welfare.

Some music I love: Anna Nalick, Matchbox 20, Johnny Cash, Rob Thomas, Sara Storer, Robbie Williams, celtic/Irish, panpipes, flute, Leonard Cohen, Kasey Chambers, Bernard Fanning, The Wreckers, Grey's Anatomy soundtrack, Marilyn Manson, Evanescence, Queen of the Damned soundtrack, Bon Jovi, Body Wreckers, Green Day, Gwen Stefani, Santana, Dixie Chicks, Patsy Cline, Nickelback, U2, Jet, the Beatles, Kris Kristofferson, Buddy Holly, Don Williams, Don Mclean, The Red Army Chorus, Grinspoon, Lifehouse, Bob Dylan, Garbage, Byron Short...

Websites I recommend:

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Quotes: "Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more,
Macbeth doth murder sleep,' the innocent sleep,
sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course
chief nourisher in life's feast, -" William Shakespeare


"To see a World in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour" William Blake

The third interpretation is perhaps peculiarly modern, yet remains true to everything we know about Coleridge and his friends in those magical months on the Quantock Hills. Their overwhelming concern was with the creative and healing influences of nature. The failure to appreciate and respond to the natural world seemed to them a primary fault of Western man, the explorer, the technologist, the exploiter. 'The Ancient Mariner' thus becomes what we might now call a 'Green Parable". It is a poetic vision of the way in which Nature can strike back, or revenge herself, when she is damaged or abused by the 'cruel and contemptuous' actions of men. If we continue to 'shoot the albatross' in our forests, our oceans, our very atmosphere (with its patient, observant stars far above), then Nature will seek vengeance. In this sense the 'simple' moral of the ballad is simply true. And if the Mariner is traumatised or mad, this is exactly what we can expect in a civilisation that has failed in the age-old duties of hospitalitas, of being good guests aboard the delicate, beautiful planet earth. The Spirits of the Earth will rise up; and the artist must speak for them, and bear witness and warning. Richard Holmes

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Religious distress is at the same time the expression of real distress.
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the spirit of a spiritless situation.
It is the opium of the people.
The demand to give up the illusion is the demand to give up an condition which needs illusions. Karl Marx