The rose garden was beautiful, and I found myself wishing I could have one too. But that was an impossibility for me at the time.
Then I happily recalled that earlier when I didn't have a home for a while (furnishings were in storage, and I didn't know when I would have a home again), I had perceived that consciousness is at home in divine Mind. So now I resolved to concern myself with the useful, beautiful, orderly, and precious ideas with which Mind furnishes real consciousness. I gradually became more and more grateful for Mind's provision and protection of my true home. I soon found myself saying gratefully, "I can have a rose garden in my consciousness."
Not too long after this, a group of us toured some spring gardens. While we were admiring a particularly lovely display of flowering shrubs and trees, a friend remarked wistfully that she would love to have such a garden but that apartment living made it unfeasible. Recalling my own wishful thinking and the insight that had followed, I told her about this and assured her that she too could have a garden in consciousness— that God would fill it with His beautiful budding and flowering ideas.
