I read somewhere that everywhere is equal because anywhere can be filled with joy. I absolutely believe that's possible for those of us less attached to the training wheels of peace, of joy, but I cannot (yet) reconcile myself to the nuts-and-bolts belief that the peace accessed in the woods is equal to that of an office, a doctor's waiting room, the daily commute.
Do I believe it's true, that it's possible? Heck yes. Do I see moments of peace in the above that rival the easy peace of the woods? Blissfully, thankfully, yes. Do I believe they're equal? ... Radio silence. Something in me fights against it, because while my brain and my breath can work together to tick down into (short-lived) peace, my heart needs no help in the woods, in the mountains, in the garden, on the shore.
But I think that's true for all of us, isn't it? I mean, surrounded by all that determined stillness, resolute acceptance of self, and unshakable rootedness, how can we, too, not fall into the easy grace of ambient contentment?
The other places? It's there. It's there because, truly, it resides in us. It just takes a bit more practice, a bit more determination, a lot more digging, and a lot more belief in our own happiness. All things being equal, we'll get there.