Sleepless night with creative potential

So I have to admit that it's really not that late, but considering my partner decided to go to bed two hours ago, my night owl nature is glaring at me.

I have about 6 work hours tomorrow before I head out for a weekend retreat at Steamboat Springs, Colorado with my partner, his family and my mom.  Vacationing with parents may sound strange to some people, but we are really close to our parents.  And I am grateful.

So I kept thinking of the lists of things I need to take care of tomorrow before leaving and the most efficient order in which I can complete them.  When I suddenly realize that my creative being may be bubbling underneath this veneer of daily convention and crying to come out.  At this point I realized I had a choice point.  I could either ignore it and try to sleep, or I can meet it and see where it takes me.

I chose the latter.

I have heard psychotherapy referred to as an art without an audience, and that is my favorite description of it.  There is a truly ephemeral quality to it that is (or can be) profoundly healing.  This is the creative life-giving force that I struggle to find language for.  It does not fit conventional psychological language, and I struggle to share it online.  There is a sacred quality to it that I haven't yet decided if computers and technology are worthy of communicating, or even capable of communicating.

I believe there's a sacredness in our lives that is not compatible with U.S. American culture. There are exceptions to this, but I find that people are hungry to connect deeply and honestly with each other, or to be witnessed in their entirety.... and I wonder if it's possible to create a culture which makes room for the sacredness of our beings, as well as our complex histories and multifaceted natures.  

What do you think?