Many years ago, when I was working in Tennessee, I hoped on the motorcycle and went in search of "quietness", which is difficult on a loud bike.
I did find, as I recall, Tenn. route 99 just north of Tullahoma. I followed it and it turned into a lane and a half road used primarily by farmers. I just cruised at 45-50 mph and the road wound up alongside a river. I stopped the bike and sat under a tree for 45 minutes. Not one car, truck, bike or hiker came by. All I did was watch the birds, the river and appreciate how beautiful the day was. Dead quiet.
THAT was spiritual.