My meaning of my universe:

So ... why do I translate the pencil, ink, charcoal, pastel and watercolour sketches I make of the hills, the sheep, the beach, my family into felt? Well I suppose it is because the very first time I translated a watercolour sketch into a felt 'painting' the goosebumps ran up my neck and into my scalp and I KNEW why I was here.

Simple as that.

I'd learnt what I was here to do, finally, after so many years of not knowing.