Agrimony—Agrimonia Eupatoria

I bend over the tall yellow spires picking the sharply serrated browned leaves from the stalk, humming as I work. Squatting down I pull weeds allowing the quiet activity to serve as a meditation. From this deeply serene place I slip into the daydream of Agrimony. There’s a little elf-like man sitting at a table writing out prescriptions. Many people are coming to him, and he is handing out prescriptions left and right. Then he notices me and asks what it is I need help with. I say that I’m here to meet him and get acquainted. He says he has no time for chitchat because there are too many people who are sick and need his help. I say I will be happy to help him in his work if he will teach me. He agrees, and I begin my apprenticeship with Agrimony.