Author Archives: Suzanne Grenager

The Cautionary Tale of Mother Teresa

We cannot give what we do not have. Many of you agree. But your illuminating comments showed me it’s also true that we cannot have what we do not give. Yep, and I’ll explain that too.   First though, It’s so critical to understand the role self-love plays in devotional service I have to say Read more...

Radical self-acceptance—are you ready?

How do we get so friggin’ happy that we can enjoy the gifts of an abundant life, with joy to spare and share? That’s my question. Last post I decided happiness ain’t happening till we’re happy with ourselves. We aren’t talking narcissism or self-indulgence here. We’re talking about learning to accept, nurture and love—really love—our Read more...

Happiness is an inside job

Happiness is the new black. The topic is showing up everywhere, from NPR interviews to the latest AARP magazine cover story. What makes us happy and why? It’s the question du jour. So how about we get to the bottom of all this happiness talk—and get in on being happier too!   I know, I Read more...

Angel’s Facebook Fast

Among the many insightful comments on my last post came one that I’m making the focus this time. It’s from Angel Pricer, a young writer who’d been longing to share herself and her “word soup” with a wider world. I am happy to oblige! HEEEEERE’s Angel:   Thank you, Suzanne, for your invitation to expand Read more...

Ours is a breadcrumb journey

Two different worlds we live in. That’s the 1950s tune my head and heart have been singing to each other in a growing rift that’s been tearing me apart. So I’ve made the hard decision to start letting the heady world go and see where my heart might lead. It’s scaring the shit out of Read more...

Ikaria: Siren call, wakeup call, or what?

Is Ikaria merely my latest sun, tempting the Leo/Icarus I am to fly too close and burn? Ouch! That was the radical conclusion of my friend Ron Blouch after reading I was smitten with a Greek island in my last post. I felt I’d been punched in the stomach or caught with my pants down. Read more...

Goodbye Icarus, hello Ikaria!

“The Island Where People Forget to Die.” That’s the title of a NY Times article my brother Sam sent me several weeks ago. I began reading it on my iphone and, though I had to squint like crazy to make out the itty-bitty type, I devoured the whole enchanting story as if my life depended on Read more...

Breaking up is hard to do, Part III: A soul-wrestling finale

Note: I wrote this final post in my “Breaking Up” trilogy several weeks ago, when the pain was fresh. Lots of healing has happened in the meantime—thanks in large part, dear readers, to you. Your wise, compassionate comments have brought me back to my senses and the remembrance that while I may not have Kripalu Read more...

Breaking up is hard to do, Part II: What would Bapuji do?

What would Bapuji do indeed? That question is the chorus for this “Breaking up” blog saga of mine. Last time, I shared how a virtual cold shoulder by my once beloved spiritual home left me saddened and confused, about my relationship with Kripalu and my life purpose as a whole.   My dilemma seems small Read more...

Breaking up is hard to do, Part I: My Kripalu Conundrum

“What would Bapuji do?” That zinger of a question popped right out the other day, not of my mouth, but of my beloved husband Trond’s. It was exactly the right question to help us cut to the chase in the peskiest conundrum I may have faced since becoming a published author. The problem has been Read more...

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