There is a traditional Mexican Dance from the state of Nayarit called "Los Viejitos" which means "The Elder" that contains a powerful message. It consists of little children dressed as elders wearing masks of real old men and women, and carrying a cane. The music starts very slowly, and the dancers move accordingly. They arched their backs, and shake their legs and arms. It seems that every single move takes a monumental effort. A moment later, the beat increases, and so the dancers. Music gets in them, and their movements become graceful, effortless. Towards the end of the song, all of the dancers are just a flash of movement, a bursting of life and joy. I had the chance of witnessing this phenomena take place in real life. I was traveling to Arlington, Virginia, and decided to take my mother-in-law to the blue-ridge mountains. Once there, we went into a small town where the villagers were dancing and singing some folk-songs. All of a sudden, I found myself surrounded by several elders who had some pieces of metal on their shoes. And then it happen. As the music went on, their feet became magical. Rising and taping at great speed, their feet produced a melody of their own. They call it "Clogging". I made several attempts to join such a fantastic rhythm but didn't manage to bring down the magic to my feet. One of the elders then came besides me, slowed down his speed, and had me follow him, one step at a time. I did so. Then, little by little, he increased his beat, and I followed. By the end of the evening, for moments, I was able to experience the magic of clogging. Later I learned that my mentor was in his late eighties, a fact that I found hard to believe, for he had danced at that incredible speed for most of the night. All of this got me thinking. How I have seen people become one with what they do. It can be singing, dancing, playing an instrument. Even cooking. I remember seeing my grandma cook. Her cooking was magical. There was a grace to it, a harmony, and a taste, that no one else could emulate. And I remember a man who shined shoes in Mexico, who was one of my guitar teachers. The grace of his hands as he played beautifully the guitar, was also there when he shined shoes. No rush, no clumsiness, but a melody, there, in those hands. There was a dignity to every task. We can be creatures of magic. That I count among our essential needs. To be magical. Because only when we experience the magic of being one with what we do, do we totally live. Life, unobstructed, rises and flows. Then there is grace and generosity. How dull a world can be without magic. Then our body just ages, and grows weary, and never experiences the resurrection of music. Our job or talent becomes a habit, a mechanical thing that just sucks our life away. With magic, we step into the flow of eternity. I am convinced that we only reached our optimum status when our soul flows out of each part of our being. Then, even a fragile and tired body becomes invigorated. What was sleeping, awakens. Perhaps the Ancient Mexicans were thinking about this phenomena when they made a sculpture of the Xipe-Totec, the force of creation. It is an elder man, who sings to the sky and then flowers appear in his body. That is what happens to us as we release our magic to the world, the seeds that dwell in us become flowers, and we enrich life with more life, we too become creators, and fulfill the Mayan saying that states "all good things come out of Eternity."