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   <description><![CDATA[<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are moments I dream of stepping out of my emotions,&nbsp;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">on some days I long to hold on and savour the present, unquestionably they affirm,&nbsp; I am a living being.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am a woman constantly&nbsp; impacted by feelings. I am sure you will agree with me right now, with every breath one takes, emotions are making their presence known.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Feelings too numerous to name.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some I have encountered have never had a title, yet I know they live because they have intercepted the environment of my emotions. &ldquo;I felt them&rdquo;, I have owned them, they are personal to me. &nbsp; I am sure if we get talking you may have walked there too, having said that, it could be argued in innocence, they have never been there.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am told everything we feel as women has been recorded, books, magazines, journals, the media, they all shout out, that they know what I have felt!&nbsp; I would argue the case, if I could have found the answer to my current emotional state the prescription found would have brought me back to a sound emotional state.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So here begins my journey exploring the emotions of a woman from birth to my current age to the nearest decimal point.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: #808080; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">As far back as my memory can recall, recovering pictures stored within the walls of my</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">mind, the remarkable ability to spontaneously go back in time to when I was a child, every recall has</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">an attachment of a living emotion clinging to it.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">Even at a young sensitive age, when the awareness kicked in that there were differences in the</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">closest of proximity with that of my biological sisters, family and the many friends and strangers I</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;">was to encounter, suddenly I found myself feeling inferior and not being comfortable with who I was.</span></span></p>
<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: #808080;">Questioning ones appearance which would encompass intricate details down to my chiselled</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">features.&nbsp; Questions of the young innocent mind of a girl child unaware of ones unique and distinct</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">beauty, born with the perfect skin colour pigmentation, texture of hair, body frame, intellect, only</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">now with age and time do I realise I was as perfect as perfect could be.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>
<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #808080;">No human mind could pen the&nbsp;blue print of my formation in my mother&rsquo;s womb, possibly like you.&nbsp;</span></div>
<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #808080;">I learned to question the&nbsp;growing image that looked back at me from the mirror, who&rsquo;s emotions were&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #808080;">shaped by the daily&nbsp;occurrences life was to serve on my plate.</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">I had failed to make the connection, to accept that there is only ever to be one like me.&nbsp; I had already missed the</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">positive emotions of being content with who I was. Our world surrounds us with the attachment and</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">bonding with negative emotions, we kind of adjust to settled acceptance that is how life is</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">destined to be. NO! No! No! I say, life is yours to live in the beauty that is overshadowed by</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">occurrences that we think define us.</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">You know why I can tell you this because those living emotions have not grown old, if I choose to go</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">back in years, I can pick them up and wear them and they will be as real today as they were</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">yesterday.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: #808080;">So I will tell you that with age comes experience.&nbsp; I now know how beautiful and perfect I am in my</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">unique individuality, how unique and perfect you are.&nbsp; I would like to get you to think about your</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">emotions growing up, what ever age you are as you read this script, you are uniquely beautiful,</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">perfectly made, flaws you think you may have and would like to change stop and appreciate you,</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">yes you, hold your head up in the confidence with the gift of life that was awarded to the beautiful</span><br /><span style="color: #808080;">woman you are.</span></div>
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