Sarbatorit in fiecare an la 1 Martie, Martisorul  este una din sarbatorile traditionale romanesti, cu vechi radacini geto-dace.  
Datand de peste 8.000 de ani – primele dovezi arheologice care-i atesta existenta  pe teritoriul tarii fiind descoperite la Schela Cladovei in judetul Mehedinti -  obiceiul Martisorului reprezinta un ritual de innoire a timpului si a anului, odata cu moartea Dochiei, urmata de renasterea ei simbolica, la 9 Martie. Tragandu-si seva din stravechile credinte si practici agrare in cadrul carora soarele ocupa un loc central, Martisorul exprima victoria soarelului si, invariabil a luminii, asupra intunericului iernii. Incepe astfel primavara, cand intreaga natura renaste din cenusa anului ce tocmai s-a incheiat.

Celebrated every year on 1st of March, Martisorul (Romanian pronunciation [mərtsiʃor]) is a folk Romanian tradition, with old Dacians roots.

8.000 years old (the first archaeological evidence attesting its existence on our country’s territory had been made in Schela Cladovei, Mehedinti County), the custom of Martisor represents a renewal ritual of both time and year, along with Dochia’s death (the correspondent of goddess Gaia) followed by her symbolic rebirth, at March the 9th. Feeding out of ancient agrarian beliefs and habits, who worshiped the Sun, the Martisor expresses the Sun’s victory over the darkness of winter. Hereby spring arrives, when all nature comes to life, reborn from the ashes of the year that had come to a close. 

Format din doua snururi rasucite, unul de culoare rosie, celalalt de culoare alba, Martisorul era purtat timp de 12 zile sau pana la aparitia primelor semne autentice ale primaverii - inflorirea ciresilor, sosirea berzelor etc., ulterior fiind legat de creanga unui copac, avand rol protector impotriva frigurilor si a bolilor in general. cele doua culori nu sunt deloc intamplatoare, rosul reprezentand sangele, vitalitatea si deci, principiul feminin, iar albul claritatea si luciditatea principiului masculin, din impletirea lor inseparabila luand mereu nastere viul. 

In vremuri si mai vechi, snurul se impletea din fire de canepa sau lana, de culoare alba si neagra, simbolizand aceeasi contopire a contrariilor, creatoare de echilibru si de viata. 

Formed out of two twisted strings, one red and the other white, the Martisor was worn for 12 days or until the first authentic signs of spring – the blooming of cherry trees, the arrival of storks etc. – and had a protective influence against fever and sickness in general.  The two colours are not by any chance accidental, red representing blood and vitality, therefore the feminine spirit and white the lucidity and rational mind of the masculine spirit, of whose inseparable interlace life appears.

In even older times, the braid was stranded from hemp or wool strings, coloured in black and white, symbolizing the same merging of opposite principles, in germinating equilibrium and life itself. 

Despre Matisor exista insa si multe legende.

Povestea spune ca-ntr-o buna zi, jinduind la bucuria si pofta de viata a oamenilor, Soarele a coborat la hora, luand infatisarea unui fecior chipes. Un zmeu l-a pandit si l-a rapit dintre oameni, inchizandu-l intr-o temnita. Lumea s-a mahnit tare: pasarile nu mai cantau, izvoarele isi incetasera curgerea, copiii nu mai erau vazuti razand. Dar nimeni nu indraznea sa-l infrunte pe zmeu. Pana intr-o zi, cand un voinic s-a hotarat sa plece si sa salveze soarele. Multi dintre pamanteni l-au condus si i-au dat din puterile lor ca sa-l ajute in lupta, sa poata iesi invingator. Drumul voinicului dura 3 anotimpuri: vara, toamna si iarna. In cele din urma, gasi castelul zmeului si incepura lupta. S-au infruntat zile intregi pana cand zmeul fu doborat, iar tanarul reusi sa elibereze soarele. Reintors pe bolta cereasca, Soarele reinvie natura si readuse bucuria oamenilor. Insa voinicul, ranit si sleit de puteri, nu mai apuca sa se bucure de sosirea primaverii. Sangele sau cald, se scurse din rani in zapada. Iar cand aceasta se topea,  rasareau flori albe: ghioceii, vestitorii primaverii.

There are also a lot of legends about Martisor. 

One story says that one day, yearning for the happiness and joy of life that men had, the Sun came down to a rural dance celebration (hora), as a handsome young man. But a dragon lurked and kidnapped him from among people and locked him in a cave. The world saddened deeply: birds stopped singing, streams ceased their flowing and even the children gave up laughing. However, no one dared confront the dragon. Up to a day when a courageous young man decided to leave and try and save the Sun. Many of the people showed him the way and gave him their powers, in order to help him into battle and win the confrontation. The young man travelled for 3 seasons: summer, autumn and winter. Finally, he arrived at the dragon’s castle and the battle began. They fought for many days until the dragon had been defeated and the Sun released. Returned on the celestial vault, the Sun brought nature back to life along with the joy of the people. But the courageous young man, wounded and weakened, didn’t live to see the arrival of springtime. His warm blood dripped from his wounds, wetting the snow. And while the snow melted, white flowers sprung: snowdrops, the messengers of spring.

Si daca legenda spune ca Soarele a coborat printre pamanteni la hora, cultura traditionala romaneasca a lasat in urma ei si o Hora a Martisorului, interpretata magistral de maestrul Ion Voicu, la vioara sa Stradivarius. Aproape ca putem simti tumultul vietii clocotind, gata sa izbucneasca la suprafata.

And if the legend says the Sun came down among humans, to dance a hora with them, the Romanian folk tradition even left us a “Hora of Martisor”, magically performed by maestro Ion Voicu on his Stradivarius violin. You can almost feel the tumult of life breaking out of the earth.

De asemenea, o alta reprezentare personala a Martisorului puteti vedea aici. Va multumesc!
If you please, here you can see another personal representation of this Romanian solar celebration. Thank you!

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8 comentarii:

  1. Roxana, your art and the music of your culture brings us the feeling that we are not so far...
    Art and music will always be uniting people from any place and any time...
    Thanks for everything so beautiful in your blog!
    Love and peace from Brazil!

  2. Vera Luiza Vaz,
    Indeed we aren't so far, like this. If only we remembered this more often...
    Reading your comment, I was just thinking that this is the only possible form of globalization: to put together all art and values humankind had created and try to learn from them, for a real, spiritual evolution not only an economical one...
    But seeing how they're trying to bury education all over the world, I really doubt spiritual evolution is the main goal for us right now.
    Thank you for the sweetness of your heart!

    Best of whishes,

  3. Hello, roxana.

      Awe inspiring your works...
      It lets me feel warmth with the humanity.

      Thank you for your usual visit and heart.
      The prayer for all peace.

    Have a good weekend. From Japan, ruma ❃

  4. Hello, ruma!

    Your visit is always a joy for me and I'm thanking you as well for your support and kind words.
    I'm happy if you felt some of the feelings and thoughts I've tried to put into my last embroidery.

    I wish you have a beautiful, fulfilling spring and a good weekend!
    All the best,

  5. Irina, multumesc frumos! Ma bucur ca ti-a placut martisorul.

  6. Belated happy Martisorul! The sun is a life and life-giving source. I don’t like scorching sun in summer but in winter the warmth of the sun infuses itself into my heart as well as my body. We also have the mythical story of the disappearance and return of Sun Goddess, but in a different tone of yours.

    Romania has such a long history, longer than that of Japan which I had thought very very long. Without encountering you, I would’ve no or little opportunity to learn the rich history of your country. .

    I love your beautiful embroidery which is simple with red and white and represents rich history.

  7. Hello, Yoko!

    I'm happy you liked reading about our Martisor traditions. To be honest, I'm always anxious to receive your comments. They're so mind and soul provoking for me, every time there's something new to learn and discover. I thank you very much for that!

    About our history, what can I say? Yes, it is a long and beautiful one, but unfortunately, different from the Japanese people (or at least this is my impression), many of the Romanians aren't interested in keeping our culture and traditions alive and hand them on to their children. Most of them still celebrate these customs, but have no idea of their meaning anymore. Some because they lack education, others because consumerism became their primal value, and having a very high-tech gadget is more important than "stupid old superstitions". This saddens me and is also one of the reasons I decided to write about our ancient customs on my blog. To help keeping them alive somehow, because they speak something to me...
    I'm not dense about changing and I'm not pleading for respecting traditions in a rigid manner. I just wish we'd be able to learn from these old teachings wisdom and enriched like this, to move on in building real civilization.