The flowering head of Achillea millefolium, yarrow.
Just the flower. Its stillness. Its subtle movements in light and air.
Yarrow has been named, used, revered. This film asks nothing of you except attention.
It’s not for learning.
It’s for looking.
For listening.
For feeling.
For letting the presence of this plant reach you without words.
A chance to step outside of knowing, and into relationship.
Quiet.
Unhurried.
Intimate.