What's your name? Timberwolf
Creek, in Maggie Valley North Carolina.
What's your nickname? I
have lots of them - The Creek House, Black Bear Cottage in the Woods,
Woodland Weddings & Streamsong Celebrations, our vacation place, our
favorite place in the mountains, that great B&B in the Smokies, the
perfect place on the creek...
color? It would have to be green. Even in winter,
the soft gray-green of the hemlocks and pines, and the deep evergreen
of the laurels - and in springtime, all the bright new baby green
colors as the entire mountain range leafs out and all the little
shoots come up for the daffodils and lilies and tulips and the wild
flowers - and of course, in summer, there is a whole riot of green
everywhere, even with all the flowers blooming at the same time in a
concert of color. Autumn here certainly overshadows the green
with a rainbow of orange, red, rust, yellow, crimson, bronze,
vermillion, and gold, but the green is still there.
food? Least favorite? Obviously, my most favorite
food would be anything you can serve for breakfast! Least
favorite? Brussel sprouts. You will never be served
brussel sprouts here for breakfast, believe me. I promise.
smell? Least favorite? Favorite smell: the forest
after a rain. Oh wait, the forest in the snow. No no, the
forest at the end of a long, sunny day. Oh. I guess
that would be 'the forest', huh. Least favorite? Highway
exhaust. Fortunately, not a lot of that around here!
sound? Least favorite? My favorite sound is the
incomparable music of the stream. If you sit out on the porch,
get comfortable in a rocking chair, and pay attention for a while,
you'll start to notice the different sounds as the water plays off the
rocks in the little waterfalls. After a while, you can hear the
sound of children laughing, and musical instruments. When it
rains, the stream just gets a bit louder - in a storm, it roars and
rolls the rocks around in a symphony! Ok, least favorite
sound... I think we must be back to that highway traffic, complete
with horns and screeching tires and engines and semi-truck brakes.
What do you do best? Well,
I'm told that stress is water-soluble and that motivation floats
(downstream). So I guess my best thing is relaxation - and it
shows most profoundly in the folks who need it most. I can take
a busy week and make it seem a year away. Time stops being
linear on this creek - it just moves more slowly, and you have plenty
of it. Makes for a really nice vacation, and folks tell me
they've slept better and longer than they have in years. Guess
we just save up those years for them, and give them all back.
Time is different, here. And stress melts. Once the stress
is gone, it's really easy to see your sweetheart more clearly, and
remember why you fell in love in the first place.
you see yourself in five years? Oh man, right here.
Unmoved. Unchanged. Eternal as the forest and the stream
and the mountains and the sky. Waiting for you.