An old typewriter

Three kids asleep! So I sat down for a time of deep relaxation. While my monkey mind chattered on at me to hang out the washing, clean the bathroom and do something useful, I found my deeper self becoming vaguely aware of the usual questions: who am I? what am I doing here in the world? And as I relaxed more deeply I slipped down and found myself at my core. At my core was a small bare room. In the room was a simple wooden table. And on the table sat an old black typewriter, just waiting for me.