Wards are renewed! This full moon energy made it feel much easier this time around, though it's still exhausting walking the perimeter of my land, which takes about 45 minutes.
The protective stones, along with a tiny prick of the finger, go at the cardinal points, and the birch pentagrams hang at the cross quarters with a sprinkle of graveyard dirt.
“I ward this land against the dangerous Earth.
I ward this land against all ill intent.
May wood and stone and dirt serve as a shield.
May none here pass without proper consent.
I set this ward with blood, and bark, and gem.
I set this ward and charge it with defense.
If those unwelcome pass the borders here,
Then knowledge of their presence I will sense.”
