Where shadows speak and stories unfold.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the world is still and the stars hang low, you might find me wandering the forest paths, a lantern in hand, and a journal tucked under my arm. My name is Ivy, and I am a seeker of shadows, a weaver of stories, and a keeper of the earth’s ancient wisdom.

This space is my lantern, casting light on the mysteries of the natural world, the whispers of folklore, and the magic of the unseen. Here, I share the tales that haunt my dreams, the rituals that ground my spirit, and the herbs that heal my soul. It is a space for those who, like me, are drawn to the shadows- not out of fear, but out of curiosity, wonder, and a deep love for the beauty that lies in the dark.

My Journey

My journey began in the heart of the forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the wildflowers bloomed with stories. As a child, I would spend hours wandering the woods, collecting leaves, stones, and fragments of forgotten tales. Over time, these fragments became a tapestry.

I am not a sage, nor a scholar. I am simply a wanderer, a dreamer, a storyteller. My path is not one of certainty, but curiosity. It is a path that winds through the shadows, guided by the light of the moon and the whispers of the wind.

What you will find here

In this space, you will find:

• Folklore and Myths: Tales of the unseen, the forgotten, and the mysterious.
• Herbalism: The earth;s ancient wisdom, shared through remedies, rituals and reflections.
• Esoteric Practices: Explorations of Tarot, scrying, and other mystical arts.
• Literature: The poetry of the night, the stories of the shadows, and the magic of words.
• Lifestyle: A glimpse into my world, where every day is a ritual and every moment is a story.

A Note to You

If you have found your way here, it is no accident. Perhaps you, like me, are drawn to the shadows. Perhaps you, too, hear the whispers of the wind and feel the pull of the moon. Whatever it was that brought you here, I am glad you came.

This is not just my story- it is ours. It is a space to wander, to wonder, to dream. So, light a candle, pour a cup of tea, and step into the shadows with me. The forest is waiting, and the stories are just beginning.