The night we slept in a gamme . . .

Gamme, I learned from the owner of the Airbnb a day after we stayed at the little house, is a Sami house, where they stay near their reindeers. Or as one can find online: ‘A gamme is a semi-permanent residence. They were built by Sami people of every lifestyle. Coastal Sami lived in the gamme year-round until moving into Scandinavian-style housing. Mountain Sami kept two huts at their winter and summer settlements. They moved between the two throughout the year, staying in their lavvu while in the field. Gamme are supported by curved wooden poles forming a dome. The dome is then covered in sod and allowed to grow over until it blends into the countryside.’
On the photo you see her helping a bit. The owner said what you could do to help. We corrected and added some stones at the sides of the chimney. I left some candles, a pen, some paper and two bags for tea. I didn't have more to add. 

Couchsurfing, for those who don't know this, is a website which is for meeting (travel) people and to stay/surf with them or host them for free. 
This has given me such special stories and even friends over the years. Our best friend, mine and my daughters, we met through couchsurfing.

The creator of this gamme, was gone, traveling through America and she gave me the coördinates to stay there.
Packed with mostly sleeping bags, water and even wood, and my daughter with some things to do and her cuddles, we walked and climbed for about an hour. First following a route, which we thought would led to there, then taking small made passages through the wild, finally finding it.

To share more I feel mostly images and the videos will do. But I will try to add some words to it.
After arriving, sweating and hardly used to climbing yet, we were so happy to find this very small place. Perfect in its view and its completeness.
First thing I did, was putting all the dead sheep mats away. Checking everything what was there, unpacking and making things ready for the night. Finally a day without computer had arrived!

We drew together. Folding two papers three times. Drawing first a head, then turning the paper, just edges showing so you know where to continue drawing, giving the paper to the other one and the second part, the body, turning it once more and sharing again for the leg part. Eventually opening it to find the weird creature creations you made together.
We wrote both a letter. Me to my friend and she to hers. Her letter is just so creative and funny, that mine seems grey.
I read to her from the minecraft magazine. (Even without the computer it’s still present.)

Making some photos, eating something simple. For cooking would be a lot of work and even if I made a fire, there was not enough wood to even get the water boiling.
The warm weather didn’t ask for a fire, but just needed to make one for it was the cherry on top of our day.

Though a part of the night a lay awake, I took it with calmness. I am far from anything spiritual, even so all the messages in the hostess Gamme-book, had made me feel that people truly felt happiness and insight to their deeper self here. But especially the differences in handwriting had my minds most interest. (I had already written very soon after arriving.)

For the first time in ages I dreamed a simple clear beautiful dream. For when I dream, I mostly feel I have to wake up to relax. I work hard, the dreams are vivid, sometimes close to nightmares and are adventurous and all.
This one was simple. I was walking on a path, street or something. Short before someone passed me I looked up and two lovely eyes met. This guy looking at me I saw immediately knew he was in love with me, that I was, we were. Walking by we turned our heads. Something of time seem to stand still. 

Such a simple but warm, relaxed and loving feeling. I even remember a bit of his face and how we just knew. I truly think it is like this. Sometimes maybe you walk slowly for two weeks past each other like this, but somewhere you just knew from the start.
We’re are just out of contact with our instinct and intuition. Sometimes also admitting change is coming is hard for we do not know if we’re ready for that. 

I feel I should have written this blog at the gamme. For the fresh experience of all emotions, feelings and just what we see, comes out more poetically and just.

We needed this day, this night. It was one of my favorite adventures, even if I feel often mentally so beaten up and can not enjoy it like I used to, it still is.

We then headed to the Airbnb, which is another story, which I will perhaps share one of these days. For that one has so many people coming and going. Short connections one makes or distances one can feel with certain people. How different people can be or think.
I know I can talk a lot, maybe because I observe so much, it also could be that talking distracts me from all the stories I see, feel and hear. People say more than the words they speak and I know this language best.

My reserves, as someone named it exactly like it is, are so minimal that that old huge fire I used to be is sometimes still burning but feels more as a memory.
The surroundings with all that has happened has keeping that fire burning immensely tough. A undertaking of thé impossible. But sometimes letting it smolder is enough hard work to do. Sometimes there is no burning material to keep the fire going. Sometimes we have nothing but the time to grow us new hopes, new revelations.