It took me years and years of unbalanced, clumsy, lost attempts to wake up. Finally I found a teacher who I trusted and I went for a retreat. It was during the winter in the Catskills and it was snowing. The snow brought a gentle silence into the world. I was so hungry to realize, hungry to wake up, I’d been trying and trying to break through for twenty years on my own and only ended up confused and frustrated. In the big huge beautiful zendo, my teacher, sitting in the front of the room gently reminded us all that we don’t need to try too hard to wake up. He slowly and evenly said ‘The snow. The mountains and the trees, they already know why you’re here. Trust them to show you....’.