In the heart of the forest, where every sound breathes life and every root remembers, there is a spirit that protects and inspires: Kumirayoma — the spiritual, aromatic woman of youthful beauty who represents all women in the universe and in the forest.
For the Yanomami, Kumirayoma is more than a myth. She is a living force, a reminder that the feminine essence is intertwined with the cycles of the earth — with the trees that heal, the rivers that sustain, and the wind that carries stories between generations. Her name evokes the delicate fragrance of life itself — a scent that lingers even after the storm.
Kumirayoma is the protector of women, but also their mirror. She reminds us that beauty is not an ornament but a form of vitality. That strength can be tender, and that care is not weakness — it is the deepest form of power.
AMYK
Among the Yanomami, this spirit finds new expression through the Associação de Mulheres Yanomami Kumirayoma (AMYK) — a living tribute to her name and meaning. Under the leadership of Carlinha Yanomami, women from twelve communities along the Cauaburis River weave strength through basketry, gather for training, and create projects that safeguard both their traditions and their futures.
Like the spirit of Kumirayoma, these women move between worlds. They carry ancestral wisdom in their hands and modern strategy in their hearts. They walk barefoot on sacred ground yet travel to cities like Brasília to negotiate, to demand, to speak. Each step, a continuation of the story — of women who refuse invisibility, who root their leadership in love, and who transform care into collective action.
The myth of Kumirayoma
Kumirayoma’s myth also speaks to a universal truth. Across the planet, women — Indigenous, rural, urban, migrant — hold the threads of community together. They are the first to sense imbalance and the first to restore harmony. They embody what the world most needs today: the courage to protect what sustains us, and the wisdom to do so with grace.
At 🌿 OGA 🌿, we believe that the spirit of Kumirayoma lives wherever women rise to defend life. It lives in the laughter of a workshop, in the rhythm of hands weaving a basket, in the firmness of voices that say “enough” and the gentleness of those that say “come, let’s rebuild.”
The forest listens, and so do we.
May the spirit of Kumirayoma remind us that every act of care is an act of power — and every woman who leads from the heart carries the spirit of the forest within her.
