A Yarrow healing story of teaching me that my body is a healing tool
If you’ve been with me for the last few months, I’m bordering on annoyingly in love with Yarrow. But, it’s becoming deeply clear to me that she is the top of my sacred 7 plant medicines. That she is abundant in most regions and wants to help everyone willing to heal and feel and receive wisdom. That deeper connections brings clearer views.
Now that Yarrow has ended it’s growth season up here, I’m enjoying the abundance of her medicine I have collected over that last couple of months. I’ve got a gallon of dried herb, a gallon of oil being infused, tincture, flower essence, and I’m wanting to share it with those who hear her calling. Not sure how to do that yet, but I’m thinking of making limited edition bundles of my North Idaho Yarrow potion, dried herb, seeds, and skin food. (I’ve changed skin food formula and yarrow is there now) I also know I am not done receiving this North Idaho Yarrow magic…I’m on the hunt for the right time to harvest seeds so those can be in the bundles.
Some medicine must be shared…and some stories are medicine…keep reading for one of my healing stories with Yarrow.
Something surprising that Yarrow has taught me since 2021 is to listen to my body to know what it needs. Don’t rely on what others say on using this for that, doing this when…, blah blah blah. This lesson came when I was 4 or so months into a pnemonia that I was dying and healing from. I was doing all the herbs known to use for lungs and immune system. I had never heard or read that Yarrow was for lungs. At that time, I only knew that Yarrow was for grief, toothaches, burns, wounds, and for giving me years of messages as I wild harvested and home-grown it. So, as I was weak, exhausted, alone, lonely and efforting to simply breath; I stood in front of my apothecary…becoming mad that nothing that was supposed to work was working. Anger was growing…and in passing, my eyes landed on the jar of dried Yarrow. The anger vanished and a wave of womanly strength blasted my body into a thousand peices of peace and calm. I asked my body…but I already knew. “Okay body, what is it you need to heal?” Yarrow. Yarrow. Yarrow. My hands reached for the jar before I knew I was doing it. I made a steam tent of it and it was the first time in months that my lungs felt relief. It was the first time in months that breathing was less difficult. I felt the airway open, flow, and soften. From there it was all I did. Steam yarrow. Drink yarrow. Cry with gratitude for the help from yarrow.
I learned from this that my body is a healing tool and if I listen to it…relationship myself to its’ wisdom…then it will tell me what I need when I need it.
More recently, Yarrow has been needed to help my hormones….or whatever it is that is making my periods more extreme and knock-down. I’ve been taking daily doses of Yarrow potion, and water infusions from freshly picked wild yarrow, and reformulating my skin food to have Yarrow infused oil. Guess what? The last 3 periods have been what I’ve always wanted my periods to be…a slowing down to honor and see while not writhing in pain and disconnect. No more boob burning. No more bone cracking cramps. Still some discomfort…but hello…considering what my body is doing, it gets to feel a little less than. No more head splitting. But the hubbs would probably tell you I still have mood swings. I would argue I’m always a hot head, so he’d have to explain his point a bit further. Maybe what he would call a mood swing is my usual fire with tears.
I could see that.
Anyway…all I know is I have had such positive changes with Yarrow. And Yarrow tells me that it’s not Yarrow exactly that heals me…it’s that I listen to my body asking for it. Again…I am the healing tool…the healing rite…the only thing that makes me special is that I listen to my body, do what it needs, and take full responsibility for my health, healing, energy, and actions.
Taking responsibility quiets the trauma led BS and victim addict belittling. It’s a path of rewilding wholeness and becoming truly free. Nature provides…let’s receive.
Blessings,
Nissa