I’ve been experiencing a wonderful attraction to yarrow of late.
And I must confess that I never really liked it before this season, for floral design work. However, the abundance of locally grown yarrow from our treasured flower farmers here in Philadelphia has made me appreciate the tiny petals and feathery leaves much more than I had before.
Achillea millefolium, or yarrow, has been referred to by many other names: thousand weed, soldier’s bloodwort, bloodwort, and nosebleed wort, among others.
The name achillea millefolium was given to this plant based on the mythology that Achilles used this plant to heal someone he wounded. Giving credence to the mythology, yarrow can be used as a hemostatic and antiseptic. Yarrow can be used in treating minor cuts and abrasions. Many sources recommend pressing the crushed flowers and leaves externally to clean cuts, but I might be more inclined to include yarrow in a salve or ointment.
Yarrow is also a diaphoretic and anti-inflammatory, which means it might help when you feel like you’re coming down with a cold. It is also a mild expectorant, and could aid in dislodging excess mucous.
I've also been obsessively combing backwards through the blog archives of Sarah Anne Lawless, and came upon her entry I Will Pluck the Yarrow Fair, which I immensely enjoyed reading (repeatedly).
Magickally, yarrow is a protectant and divinatory aid. I think it’s possible that I’ve been attracted to yarrow recently because I’ve been feeling a lot, more than usual, and STRONGLY. Granted, a lot has been happening in the world recently, and I feel a bit hopeless around it all. I’ve also been overwhelmed by the straight-up foolishness of my fellow humans in situations where we should be anything but foolish. Yarrow might aid in forming healthy energetic boundaries. I think I could always use more of that.