March 15, 2018
Still large in my heart & in my thoughts. We will always love you, Pam (Tony too)
February 12, 2017
Tony came home today with a vinyl album "The Changer & the Changed," by Chris Williamson. We played it, and thought of our beloved Jennifer and Sunflower House. I kept in touch with Jennifer for years on the phone, by mail, email, while she moved from Santa Cruz to Indiana, NJ, AZ. Tony & I visited her in Tuscon. As she became sicker, we talked about her moving to FL, but realized it was impossible because of residency issues for her insurance, but there came a time when she no longer answered her phone, and I hadn't asked for Caley or Jeremy's numbers until it was too difficult for her to get the information. Tony said, have you done an obit search, and I laughed thinking of all her names, and realized, I could have done that years ago, but I did it today, after listening to Chris Williamson's Waterfall, and it was perfect. We will always love you, Jennifer/Moireh/MaryJane.
my favorite story
April 5, 2012
everytime i talked to you grandma you always told me the same stories about when i was a young child but i never got tired of hearing it. the first story was when i was just a baby and we were at your house in santa cruz and you walked out of your room in the middle of the night and the house was dark and you walked by me and you said all you seen were my bright big eyes. you said they were so beautiful and hypnotizing and from that moment you said you knew i was destined to be someone special because that night you had a dream about my eyes and it was very special. the other story that i enjoyed so much was when i was a young child and you would tell me "lyssa your so beautiful" and i would say "no im not i ugly" and you would tell me "lyssa your so smart" and i would say "no im not i dupid" i would give anythig to hear you tell me those stories again. i love you grandma and i miss you so much.
Written by one of my mother's home health nurses. A pretty good start to the story that we will try and tell here.
February 8, 2012
by Caley Block
Moireh Moon was born in 1948 in Buffalo, New York. Her family lived a mostly nomadic existence because her father was in the Navy but she relates that New Jersey is the place she remembers as being her home away from home during her formative years. Moireh started writing poetry and short stories at the age of 17 and was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 21. Her MS went into a blessed and lengthy 20 year remission and she moved to the Central Coast of California and made her living as the director of several programs specializing in counseling drug addicts, alcoholics and convicts.
Moireh relates that her poems “rise out of the pain of feeling, like broken eggs, like the day breaks and releases the yolk of the sun and dies again“. In other words, her creative energies have focused on metamorphosis, growth and discovery. She has consciously sought a means for spiritual and social activism in the world. Many of her poems and short stories develop from dreams and dreamwork which allow her the mobility that MS has begun to deny Moireh.
Moireh resigned from her job in California in 1992 and as her MS returned “with its sly ways” she traveled to Indiana to stay with her sister and sought out ways to investigate and empower her burgeoning spiritual self and to find a suitable direction for her soul to travel. She ended up staying in Indiana for five years, moved into a farmhouse and purchased her soul mate, Moonfire, for $15.
Moireh and Moonfire came to Arizona in 1992. Moonfire on all fours and Moireh in a wheelchair. She tried to enter the world of the Bisbee art scene on two wheels but found that the town was less than wheel chair accessible both figuratively and literally. I found her and her poems waiting for me to delight in just outside of Douglas where Moonfire stood guard over Moireh and her work until recently. Moireh’s beloved soul mate Moonfire succumbed to death in July of this year. I was fortunate enough to serve as Moireh's home health nurse for a brief period and feel so blessed to have discovered our shared passion for poetry. -Meg Porter-Sowid