Wawona Lore.

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The legend of Open Hand.

Long ago in the land of the Miwok
The youngest maiden of the land.
Was honestly named for her truthful talk.
They called her Open Hand.

She wasn't afraid to say
What her heart deemed to be true
The people believed, come what may
That she would keep her heart from few

The days went by like a tanning hide
As she walked and talked with the people of the land
She opened their minds to what was inside.
As no other, they loved Open Hand

One day as she was exploring the trails
She happened upon the Bewilder Bear.
The people for years had told her the tails
Of the Bewilder Bear and the mysteries that it would share.

Never before had the people found this bear
To meet him and ask him a question
Was to be done cautiously and with care
For Bewilder Bear could become an obsession.

As the question formed in Open Hand's mind
She spoke with what she hoped was truth
For she had always wanted to befriend his kind
And find depth to talk with the other youth.

Then Bewilder Bear spoke
He spoke with words buried in a riddle
Words that were hidden under a cloak
Vulnerability and camouflage, Open Hand was stuck in the middle

To gain the trust of the strange creature
She must ask the right questions
She cannot be the teacher
Open Hand would listen to the suggestions.

Only time would tell
If Open Hand learned the variations
On how to be herself and to not rebel,
To learn how to get through the frustrations.

Long ago in the land of the Miwok
The Bewilder Bear helped to expand
The young indian who was genuine in her talk.
A maiden who they called, Open Hand.

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