They say the Bear was born not of the earth, but of the silence between thunder.
He did not speak often — not because he had nothing to say, but because his voice was meant for moments that mattered.
When storms broke trees and rivers forgot how to flow, the Bear did not run.
He stood still.
And in his stillness, the forest began to breathe again.
His fur holds the colors of autumn leaves, ancient clay, and forgotten fire.
His eyes reflect not the world outside, but the stories buried within you.
The elders say he carries the wisdom of those who walked before — not loud, not proud, but patient.
He teaches not with words, but with presence.
With weight.
With quiet knowing.
They call him Tawíya — The Silence That Carries Mountains.
He comes when you need to be reminded:
You don’t have to roar to be strong.
You don’t have to fight to be brave.
You just have to remember who you are . Artist- Jan Sky
