Walking through the woods, the urban woods,the grass grabs at my feet. It grabs and tangles me in tandem with the left-over fence wire from a tamer day. It is hard to distinguish between the natural and human barriers in this tiny refuge. The wire mixes with the vines that are overcoming the trees, choking out the sunlight through their exuberant search for the sky.
Walking here requires a canny eye and the ability to see with your feet. Indeed, closing the eyes is a good way to avoid entanglements. You can learn to walk where it's easy but remember that being direct here simply may not be possible. Being bold here requires subtlety. Making fast progress requires that you move slowly.
It's not what I'm used to, this walking through tangles, although I remember it vaguely, as if from another lifetime. Nothing is direct, everything is dictated by the terrain, and being connected will make much more possible.
All of this is happening in a small corner of the world, a gentle urban adventure. From this place, can you imagine what the world is like?