Santa Fe - surely a dollar sign hangs above the city

In the land of cultural appropriation, in the world of drive by scenic appreciation and stuffing ourselves with cuisine that we do not understand, Santa Fe continues it's growth trajectory. The natives no longer drive by and yell at you to get out. They abandoned ship years ago and are now consigned to the lower socio economic areas that they can afford to call home. White women wandering around in what would formerly have been called native dress, shopping bags clutched tightly. Thankfully, I am far outside of these commercial city limits, but again, I must again, I must ask myself that self same question - what am I doing here and what right do I have to intrude in this space that I have spent a lifetime inhabiting? Does what I give back compensate for all that I have taken away here? As I sit and witness the changing light that Georgia O'Keefe painted on these cliffs and mesas, I have to ask - does this signify progress? Does going to see Leo Coriz of the Santo Domingo Pueblo years ago and being asked by him if I wanted to ride out to his farm and check on his "wetback" mean that there is yet another layer in the stratigraphy of human population demographics that we must define? The sun is setting and the shadows becoming longer. It is time for my mind to wander and wonder about what is and what will be.