But some gifts, perhaps, should just never be unwrapped.
On a symbolic level, this gift embodies my life here at the canyon. During my two years here, I have fallen completely in love with the canyon, especially during the winter wonderland time of the year when my path to work in the wee hours of the night can feel like God has sprinkled magic dust of enlightenment (just for me) through the frozen crystals upon the grounded ice and snow...which is what this wrapping paper reminds me of....that magical sparkle that draws me in and guides my way along the darkness of the path.
But there's something inside this box that is not good for me, and I know it. Yes, of course, we're talking about a few chocoloate truffles...lol...but it doesn't change the fact that these chocolates are still not good for me, just like how there are certain parts of my life here that are specifically and fundamentally just not good for me. . . .and that's not ever going to be any different. . . .ever.
Do I open and eat them anyway when I know full well that doing so is not good for me?
I feel like the heroine/victim in the Blue Beard story, how she can't wipe the blood clean from the key once she has discovered the truth of what lies behind the door unlocked by this simple little key. So I love these little nuggets of spirit disguised as chocolate truffles that have made their way into my life, because they enlighten my path in deeper wisdom than anything my human mind could ever communicate to my self. Because sitting here looking at this package I just can not deny the awareness that as pretty as the package may be, the tiny little truffles that lie lurking beneath the irridescent wrapping are never, ever going to be good for me. . . .
There is a reason why they say, "Ignorance is bliss," because how, now, will I ever be able to eat these tiny little nuggets of chocolate, when they have been symbolically filled with the denial-piercing wisdom of spirit?