Carolyn Mayer started painting very young.  Growing up, she seemed to have trouble putting words to page, but managed through school.  She learned to love giant oak trees, clusters of skinny white birches, lily-of-the-valley and was always thirsty for the sea.  She takes lots of slow walks, taking pictures.  She is married, has a son, and as life got more involved, took more photos, painted less, started writing down notes after her walks.  Those notes turned into poems. The she discovered how the word processor acts as a supplemental brain.  She tried to study poets on her own and there was too much out there.  She has taken literature classes for the past five years, a long term gift to herself.  The gift of voice.  Writing is like giving birth and now she has many “Calibri” babies.