The Dunes Saga

By Kate Everson

The Dunes bring hope to a young girl's life through the Goddess. She faces her own personal battles but finds strength in the stark face of a goddess who rules the Dunes in a tree overlooking this kingdom. A message of hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kate Everson
• Release date: Jun 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466076358

Kate Everson

I am a Canadian photojournalist interested in topics of spirituality, travel, ancient sites and Celtic history.One of the key elements in my ebooks is nature as I find that a way to connect to the spiritual side of people. Whether fiction or nonfiction, we can all relate to the trees, sun and sky.I also like writing stories about my grandchildren Shannon and Ally who are growing up faster than I can write!

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The Dunes Saga

by Kate Everson

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Copyright 2011 Kate Everson

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Chapter 1: The Spirit of the Dunes

I first visited the Dunes on a cold, rainy morning when the sun was barely visible through dense, gray clouds. I walked alone. There was no one else.

The Dunes changed everything.

Or, rather, She did.

She was tall, slim, and held her arms aloft like she commanded the sky. In fact, She only commanded the small, but magical realm of the Dunes, but it was enough. About her lay the sand, in rolling mounds, penetrated by small flowers and tufts of tough grass, shooting upwards, as if they too wanted to rule the sky.

She was the emperor, the Queen of her small but significant domain. She shot straight up into the sky, as if assaulting it in perpetual combat, eager to maintain her supremacy. To me, She was a goddess.

I felt no need to bow to her when I first entered her realm. I walked through the dunes, took my pictures and left. But as I walked away, I felt her watching me. I turned, and there she was, regal, those emperial arms ever skyward, her chin high. She was no fool. She knew I would return.

Of course. I was back the next day. I left my camera behind this time, intent on feeling the space of the dunes. I needed to find out what was really there, beyond the sand. Beyond her.

She smiled as I entered, her long nose pointing to the tops of cedars along the marsh. She knew I was hers. She had no need to rush.

I walked the Dunes, silently, hearing the birds call, and letting my thoughts be still. I felt the wind whip up, rustling the tops of the pines. Near the pond, a frog chirped and it jumped for cover. My heart pounding wildly. What lay ahead?

There was driftwood on the sand, bleached by the sun. Tufts of prairie grass sprouted up around it. Tiny yellow flowers pierced the ground, and some miniature white bells held aloft by strong, deep, green leaves.

I saw ducks in the marsh, hiding from me, holding steady so I wouldn’t see them beyond the tall grasses. I walked past, is if I had fallen for their disguise. At a rise in the dunes, the cedars offered gnarled and twisted roots to the sky. I felt their pain.

Suddenly, a blue butterfly flitted over the dunes, just by my feet. When it landed