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Living Art, Living Young: 85 and Still Going Strong
Living Art, Living Young: 85 and Still Going Strong
Living Art, Living Young: 85 and Still Going Strong
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Living Art, Living Young: 85 and Still Going Strong

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An elder shares her secrets to health and long life, and her passion for art, Yoga, and spirituality. When an x-ray revealed she had the spine of a 30-year-old, Jeanine Semon embarked on a search of her life patterns, to find out why she was so exceptionally healthy for her age.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJeanine Semon
Release dateJul 10, 2016
ISBN9781310195488
Living Art, Living Young: 85 and Still Going Strong
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Jeanine Semon

Jeanine lives with her husband, Ed, in Wisconsin. Visit her website: JeaninesDream.com

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    Living Art, Living Young - Jeanine Semon

    85 and Still Going Strong

    Jeanine Semon

    Copyright © 2016 Jeanine Semon

    All rights reserved.

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    I dedicate this book to my dear husband, Ed,

    who gave me the freedom, security and courage

    to be a truly creative person.

    Table of Contents

    Introduction

    Fountain of Youth

    Questioning My Life Style

    How Did I Stay Young

    My Life of Swimming

    Ed's Story

    Making Life Style Decisions

    Never Wore Myself Out

    Examining My Day

    Appearance

    Morning Exercise

    Yoga

    Chiropractors

    Examining My Day (cont.)

    Let's Talk Nutrition

    Lunch

    Dinner

    Let's Talk Weight

    Smoking and Drinking

    Passion for Art

    My Art History

    More of My Art History

    The University

    Lascaux

    My Art Teaching

    Moments of Revelation

    What Made Me Happy

    Spirituality and Community

    Art, Healing, and Spirituality

    My Art Style, Everyone Has Their Own

    Creative Healing

    My Space

    Five Paintings Of Passage Into Freedom

    Alternative Healing

    Giving Permission

    Kris' Cancer

    Zen And Me, The Surprise

    Painting the Yggdrasil Tree

    Art Heals

    The Unexpected

    Acknowledgements

    Addendum

    Sources

    Also by Jeanine Semon:

    Creation, A Dance

    Dolphin River

    The Sacred Grove

    Introduction

    Hamish M. Linklater, Auckland, New Zealand

    GEORGE ELLIOT SAID, Never judge a book by its cover. How often have we heard this phrase. Earlier this year, at my 60th birthday, I had an occasion to have those words ring in my ears. My partner, Yao, and I had booked part of a dream holiday which encompassed a seven day small boat cruise in southeast Alaska in May 2013. We started from New Zealand, our home, then flew from Vancouver to Seattle and on to Sitka.

    We sat in the lounge on board the 33-berth Alaskan Dream, being briefed by our expedition leaders for the adventure ahead. Question time arrived, and a lady who appeared not much older than my sixty-one years raised her hand to clarify something she did not understand, but it ran to two questions— both which had already adequately been taken care of by our expert guide. She spoke in that unmistakable American accent which non-Americans sometimes find unpalatable. As we retired to our cabins to await our first dinner on board, I remarked to my partner, Yao,— I said, referring to the older lady and her husband, Make sure we don’t get stuck with those two boring Americans at dinner.

    I had always avoided organized group travel for the very reason I found mixing with strangers in a confined space distasteful. We arrived in the dining room (four to a table) to find the only spare seats were with the two Americans I had decided should be avoided. Was God punishing me for my unkind judgment? Serves me right, I thought as we politely introduced ourselves, I’m Hamish and this is Yao, all the way from New Zealand.

    My name is Ed, my wife Jeanine, we’re from Wisconsin, the husband said. I guessed Ed to be in his seventies, with Jeanine being the younger of the two.

    Although the conversation started off being superficial, these two seemed to be very congenial people. The longer we talked, the more interesting their stories became.

    My wife is a working artist, paints dolphins, Ed continued. We’re hoping to see the whales out here. They looked as excited as two kids.

    And Ed is a writer, Jeanine added. He became one later in life. This trip is his dream. When you’re in your eighties, you’d better do it now.

    I was shocked that both of them were in their eighties. We later discovered the Semons had been to the prehistoric caves in France a few months before, no small trek. By the end of dinner I realized how wrong I’d been, and retired to our cabin feeling guilty, hoping my prior prejudice had not been detected.

    From then on, I looked for their table at every opportunity; Jeanine and Ed always engendered plenty of energy and substance to our conversations. I learned that Jeanine was a writer and an artist whose popular artwork sold well and adorned many public hospitals. Every time I talked to Jeanine or Ed, I felt totally in tune with everything they had to say. An incredible bond was being formed which was hard to explain.

    Back home in New Zealand it did not take me long to research our new friends on Google. And now I am beginning to truly appreciate the wonderful life our two new special friends have lived. Jeanine had this book on aging and the habits of extraordinary good health underway, and I hope my encouragement has helped to bring it to fruition. The world needs to know what she has to say. . . and sooner rather than later. Jeanine has been a God-given inspiration to me. At sixty-one I assumed that I’d have ten good years left to travel the world, but after meeting Jeanine and Ed, I’ve decided to up it to twenty-five.

    Fountain of Youth

    In life I’ve gone along in my own normal pattern of raising three children, walking, swimming, and being an artist. I didn’t think I did anything unusual. Then, when my husband, Ed and I were spending a winter month in Mexico, I had an experience that caught me by surprise, causing me to change the way I thought about myself. It happened in Bucerias, Mexico, a small town near Puerto Vallarta where I spotted a half-page ad in the local advertiser, AMERICAN CHIROPRACTIC, Dr. Dennis Brittain. I called and scheduled Ed and me, both in our eighties, for a chiropractic treatment that I felt we needed after spending many hours on an airplane flying from Wisconsin to Mexico. My back was full of travel kinks that chiropractors are good at straightening out, ‘adjusting’. The office was located in the MEGA CENTER, the huge grocery store where both locals and tourists shopped. Ed doesn’t share my love of chiropractors but in his usual good nature he said, Okay, Jeanine, if that’s what you want to do.

    The chiropractor, a former Californian, was friendly and appeared competent. To my surprise Ed asked him, Do you think you can relieve my ‘polymyalgia rheumatica’?

    Just a word, just a word, Dr. Brittain answered. Yes, I can help you both. But not without x-rays of your backs. I could see Ed liked him and we both immediately trusted him. Dr. Brittain pulled out two medical forms from a drawer. With few directions he sent us off to find our way to the x-ray clinic in the nearby unfamiliar city of Puerto Vallarta. We ventured toward the door not having any sure idea of how to get to the place.

    I noticed an American couple sitting in the waiting room, both nice looking, well dressed, in their fifties, like Dr. Brittain. In later visits we would see a variety of patients, both Mexican and Americans.

    Do you have a car? I asked. We’re going to the x-ray clinic and sure could use some help getting there. I didn’t mind asking strangers; I do more of that now at this age. Ed didn’t mind, he was right with me.

    Sure, we’ll take you. Our SUV is right outside.

    As they ushered us to their vehicle I asked, You’re really satisfied coming here? After we were seated the woman told us, Dr. Brittain is the first person to help me with my pain. I’ve barely been able to breathe since my boating accident. Thank God for him. Compared to her, I felt in good shape, looking for a slight adjustment because I like to feel absolutely smooth in my spine.

    How are the prices? Dr. Brittain’s wife at the desk told me up front it’s all cash, pesos.

    "He’s not high, hundred twenty pesos a treatment.

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