Living in Ireland is one thing, living in an American city quite another. I find city magic different from the magic of the countryside. I also find central Texas magic different from southern Irish magic. This is common sense really, as there are different partners in the work.
The energy of the American city I live within is one of motion, and literal energy generation. Perhaps it is more like a stellar nursery, or star-forming region: a dense area of exotic cosmic brew.
I don’t work with the entire city. I build relationship with the area I can –and regularly do– walk the bounds of. Boundary walking, and tending, is the age-old habit of the witch. It’s where we draw our power. During the liminal times of day, it is easy to find the urban Hedge. Within my own bounds, those are odd crossroads, where odd numbers of pathways or streets intersect. Also, the alleyways.
In any Hedge crossing endeavor, caution is needed. Persons of dubious nature are attracted to liminal spaces, and times. Do not trust every Person you meet, corporeal or not! Victor H. Anderson cautioned his students to make such journeys with their Lights on. That is, have a strong and direct relationship with your own Godsoul, the ancestral spirit directly connected to you.
Also, test the spirits.
Just because some non-material dude chats you up, doesn’t mean you should give him your number.
During urban hedge crossing, I do not sit and trance. I walk. This is a skill I developed working with the Reclaiming Pagan Cluster, and learning to use my magic during direct action protest. I also carry a protective talisman in my pocket, or on my person. I set an intention, whether that be exploratory or specific. These forays are not for entertainment. They are for the purpose of accomplishing my will, and my work.