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Showing posts with label Brazilian Indian Legends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brazilian Indian Legends. Show all posts

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Royal Victoria

The country I live in is a naturalist’s dream, a place where more than 1,200 new species of plant and vertebrate have been discovered over the course of the last ten years. That’s, roughly, one every three days.
The Amazon region alone consists of over 600 distinct terrestrial and freshwater habitats, from swamps to grasslands to lowland forests, and it houses an incredible 10% of the world’s known species.


The Victória Régia, the Royal Victoria, is one of them. Its round leaves can attain a diameter of up to 2.5 meters (almost 100 inches), making it the largest water lily in the world.


And those leaves, while floating, can support up to 40 kilograms (almost 90 pounds) of weight.


The fragrant flowers open only at night. The petals, when they bloom, are white, often a slight pink...


...but turn darker as they age.

The plant was first brought to Europe by a German naturalist and explorer by the name of Robert Hermann Schumburgk. (And, no, that’s not a typographical error. That’s actually the way he spelled it. Schumburgk.)


Herr Schumburgk, while poking around South America in the mid 1830’s, came across the plant and brought it back to the Royal Gardens, where he named it after the reigning queen.


Her Majesty (shown here much later in life, but I liked the picture) was amused. She awarded him a knighthood.

The Indians of the Amazon, of course, had another name for their biggest water lily. That name translates (from Tupi-Guarani into English) as “the star of the waters” – and they tell a legend about how the name came about:

Back in the days when the world began, the moon, as dawn approached, would sink beyond the hills, there to consort with one of his chosen maidens.

And, if he truly liked the girl, he’d transform her into a star in the sky.

Naiá, the daughter of a chief, and a princess of the tribe, yearned to be chosen. So, each night, when her parents were asleep, she’d climb into the hills and follow the moon. But he never paid any attention to her. Then, one night, she saw his image in the clear waters of a lake. Thinking he’d come to visit her at last, she plunged in – and was never seen again.






The moon was touched. To repay her for her sacrifice, he transformed her into a star different from the stars in the sky. He made her the “star of the waters”. And so was born the plant with flowers that only open at sunset, when the moon rises to dominate the sky.




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Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Uirapuru


The Guarani people of the Amazon tell of a handsome young warrior, whose love was sought by all the maidens of his tribe.
And who was treacherously murdered by a rival for their affections.
When they went to prepare his body for burial, they found it gone.
He’d been transformed into a bird that filled the forest with song, but disappeared when approached.
The uirapuru.
They say that when the uirapuru sings, the sound of its notes is so beautiful that all the other birds of the forest stop singing - and listen.
Legend?
Only in part.
Because the uirapuru really does exist.
But is seldom seen, and rarely heard.
It's a shy creature with coloring that blends in with that of the forest.
And it sings only at dawn, and at sunset, and for little more than two weeks in any given year.
Those two weeks are the period in which the bird is building his nest.
He’s singing out of love, hoping to attract a mate.
All Brazilians know about the uirapuru...
...but few have been fortunate enough to hear its voice in nature.
The people who live in the Amazon jungle are constantly on the lookout for uirapuru feathers on the forest floor.
The possession of one is thought to bring good luck to both men and women.
But especially to women.
Who are said to use them to capture the passion of their loved ones – forever.
Click here to listen the song of the uirapuru:

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