When I was a child my parents took me to Taos, New Mexico several times a year. We would go camping, explore art galleries, and visit the Taos Pueblo. “I will live here one day” I said out loud, standing in the middle of the Pueblo. I was six years old and didn’t know to consider the logistics of my proclamation. The chances of a little Navajo boy growing up and living at the Taos Pueblo was slight to none. “I believe in magic” was my mantra long before I knew what a mantra was or that I indeed had one. The words came to me innocently enough in a song on the radio by The Lovin’ Spoonful. Pinon lingered in my nostrils like holy incense the first morning I woke in the Taos Pueblo. Believe in Magic.