Enchanted Living Magazine

Feature Image: Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash I was lying down in the charred skeleton of the cast iron bed in what used to be my bedroom. There was no ceiling left, just a space opened to...

She glances upward at the night sky, drawing down the moon to illuminate her face with an ethereal glow. The heavens are calling. The life force of the sun caresses her spirit by day,...

In the misty haze of a lucid dream, I scribbled a message in the sketchbook next to my bed, then drifted back off into cozy blackness. Upon waking, I read the following in untidy...

For our celestial issue we asked our readers: What is your favorite memory of stargazing? As a child, anytime we were returning home from somewhere at night I would press my face to the car...