By Corey Amaro.

Church bells and the aroma of freshly baked
baguettes.

The
cafe au lait bowls set out the night before ready for
breakfast.

The
kettle whistling.

White towels and steamed up bathroom
mirror.

Van
Clef perfume on my wrists.

Fluffed up pillows, making up the
bed.

A
kiss on each side of the cheeks to each of my loved
ones.

Neighbours cat’s daily stroll through our
garden.

Turning on the computer visiting
friends.

Bare feet tucked underneath
me.

Glasses that slip off my
nose.

Blue
jeans, woollen turtleneck, and a scarf wrapped around my
neck.

The
hum of the washing machine.

The
never ending heap of ironing made enjoyable by
rosewater.

Burst of creativity in the song of
mundane.

Traffic jams softened by
daydreams.

Sweet
tooth cravings that hound me.

Searching for the word in
French…

by
calling my husband.

Waiting for the morning sunlight,

to
come through the dining room window so I can take a
photo.

The
daily rituals of living, are not the rules of routine, they are the touches of
passion that keep the heart beating.

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*This is the first in a series of posts from the unique and beautiful Corey Amaro from Tongue In Cheek. I give her a word (ritual) and she provides us with the closest thing to poetry  any of us ever come close to in our weblogs. I truly hope you love her work as much as  I do, because it is an honour to have her here writing at BrocanteHome.*