My teacher asks me to think of a fully-expressed version of myself. She asks me to imagine everything I could be, becoming uniquely my own little universe. I close my eyes, and I listen. I see this woman in a vision. I laugh because... She is a cowgirl. She is integrated innocence. Her boots ground down in the earth, while her spirit flys up in the sky. She has stardust on her cut-off jeans. She has so much love, it tumbles off her shoulders when she brushes her bangs away from her freckled face. When I look into her eyes I see amber-colored galaxies. I say, “Hi. it’s nice to return to you.”