It's not environmental. It's not always even all that peaceful. But there are days in my car, when the sun is shining and the music is playing and I have time out to talk out loud and muse about where I'm at, that are absolutely transcendant for me. I know, I know, talking in my car is kinda crazy but whatever, it's part of my bliss.
I suppose I could call it a form of meditation, a very non-green meditation, but meditation nonetheless. The raging enviro side of my hippie crunchie self cringes as I write this, but it's true. Me and my little blue Lucie, we just get along. She is my room of my own, in which I find peace.
There's always been something about being on the road, winding my way from here to there, completely free of having to do anything else but drive and think, that's always been meditative to me. In fact, over the years driving has brought me many moments of peace. From days when I wanted to bite my old roommate's head off (yeah... I know...) to arguments with the family, to early morning drives at sunrise while working at Starbucks, to listening to opera music with a friend while we explored the unknown corners of our hometown, to roadtrips with my partner and the long philosophical conversations we have during them - car rides have often been some of my most treasured moments of introspection and enlightenment.