Let's get dirty.
Let's put our hands deep down into the soil.
Let's get dirt under our nails and soil in our faces.
Let's not give a damn shit about that.
Let's have leaves in our hair,
Let's roll around in the soil,
Let's lay down on the ground and listen.
Can you hear the heartbeat of Mother Earth?
Dig even deeper!
Get really, really messy and paint your face with soil.
Brown, warm soil, heated by the sun rays and crowded of life.
And now, my dear - with the wild twinkling in our eyes - let's get the shit out through our asses.
Because you know what?
This is our shitty first draft.
Don't you even try to make it look nice!
Don't you even dare trying make it look good!
That's not the point here, not at this stage.
So let's get really, really messy and get the shitty story out of our asses!
Let's paint our faces with soil, howl like the wolfs and cry out aloud like the indians.
Let's connect to the heart beat of our story.
And that, my love is all you need to know for now. The rest will unfold as you move along, taking the steps that shows for every step you leave behind you.
One step at a time.