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About Suzanne Grenager

A seasoned writer and mentor with a gift for helping people see and be their most authentic, empowered Self.

Start Where You Are and Follow Your Heartbreak

By |2024-02-09T11:23:08-08:00Jan. 19, 2016|

A fresh year. A clean slate. Two rousing reminders—Start where you are and, still more arrestingly, Follow your Heartbreak. With that, I may have emerged from the fertile, if often disquieting void and set one foot on an encouraging new path of service. We shall see.

Start where you are? Follow your heartbreak? Why did those particular calls to action, one simple, one pretty darned strange, get my full attention the other day, resonating deep into my soul like nothing else lately has. And why should they perhaps resonate deep into yours? To answer, I will back up.

“Start where you are” and “Follow your heartbreak” were phrases given to me during a recent group phone conversation called The Gathering, offered by The True Purpose Institute. Start where you are is the title of a book by the Buddhist teacher Pema Chodron, with whom I am familiar. The plea to follow your heartbreak originated, I think, with Andrew Harvey, a spiritual teacher whose long ago book Hidden Journey had a transformative effect on my spiritual growth. But I heeded the call of those resonant phrases only last Wednesday, from a man I’d never heard of…

A Confession of Neediness

By |2024-02-09T11:27:00-08:00Sep. 8, 2014|

If I had a prayer, it would be this: “God, spare me from the desire for love, approval, or appreciation. Amen.” In my last blog post, I shared that quote from Byron Katie’s brilliant book, Loving What Is, saying that it needs to be my prayer. I also said “As long as I look to anyone outside myself for love, approval or appreciation, I am bound to be disappointed or afraid of being.” Amen to that, too!

At the time, I was experiencing the most outlandish verbal assaults ever directed my way. They came out of the blue from an old friend who purports and has reason to appreciate me, and whom I really want to support. Pretty disturbing stuff, even though I understand it isn’t personal.

I return to Katie’s prayer again now because I realized this morning there’s another situation that calls me to heed her drastic stance. Although the spurning I am experiencing this time around is far more subtle and less critical to my long-term wellbeing than the other one (and it may not be spurning at all), there is a distinct parallel between my unhappy reactions that bares examination.…

Joy From Suffering

By |2024-02-09T11:35:15-08:00Jun. 17, 2014|

Oh, dear God, the things we do to each other—and to ourselves—the ongoing Boko Haram and ISIS massacres being but the terrible tip of the iceberg. I can barely stand it sometimes, and yet I must, if I am to be of service to the very ones among us who destroy each other. I’ve got to be able to stand it, and to stand in joy in spite of it all.

I’ve got to be able to stand it because the nasty stuff we do to each other is as much a part of the earthy, mortal mix we call life on Planet Earth as our good times and acts of greatness. We are all of it. It’s a complete package, the good right along with the bad and the ugly. We can’t have the stuff we want without embracing the shit that we don’t. And I’ve got to stand in joy in spite of it all because: is there any doubt we need more joy in the world? Also, I’m good at joy.…

Summer Lessons of Sticks and Stones

By |2024-02-09T11:44:44-08:00Sep. 18, 2013|

Who said words can never hurt you?

Well, they were wrong, at least about me. For almost two months I’ve been balanced on the edge of a sword that showed up laser-like out of nowhere and is only now showing signs of letting me off. Mean words have been part of it, and they hurt. I am here to discover my part in it, however great or small.…

Please come on my elephant ride!

By |2024-02-09T11:59:55-08:00May. 28, 2013|

I am doing my little happy dance and eager to share the good news. I just submitted my first blog post to the wonderful, wildly popular elephantjournal.com. It’s a reader-created open forum bringing together people like us who work & play to create an enlightened society.

Elephant has more than 100,000 likes on Facebook and presents the possibility of a whole new league for my work.…

The Cautionary Tale of Mother Teresa

By |2024-02-09T12:09:27-08:00May. 14, 2013|

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 more before exploring the flip side. As some of you wise sister travelers suggest—and as I watched coaching clients learn—trying to love and provide for others without loving ourselves first and last simply doesn’t work. We really, really cannot give what we do not have. Why?…

Radical self-acceptance—are you ready?

By |2024-02-09T13:11:36-08:00Apr. 24, 2013|

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 singular selves in a way we rarely dare do.

So let’s talk about it!…

Happiness is an Inside Job

By |2024-02-09T13:17:33-08:00Mar. 18, 2013|

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 know. We would-be-enlightened ones aren’t supposed to be so interested in happiness; equanimity is the thing and, on a rare day, as I point out in my book, there’s bliss. There’s also the question of what we mean by happiness…

Angel’s Facebook Fast

By |2024-02-09T13:22:13-08:00Feb. 25, 2013|

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 on my last blog comment about how totally liberating it was to disengage from social media. Turns out you were complicit in a universal conspiracy designed to get me to read my journal for what yearned to be plucked out, added to what I call my word soup, and shared. Here’s my social media withdrawal story.…

Ours is a breadcrumb journey

By |2024-02-09T13:26:57-08:00Feb. 5, 2013|

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 me.

Am I avoiding something I should stick with to “succeed,” my head keeps wondering? Or am I veering back into territory where I really belong? I’m still not sure if it’s a siren or wake-up call I’m heeding here and I have no idea yet where I’m headed next.…

Ikaria: Siren call, wakeup call, or what?

By |2024-02-09T13:30:23-08:00Jan. 14, 2013|

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. (To understand why, you may want to read that post.)

Maybe Ron’s right, I thought, maybe I’ve simply leapt into “the grass is greener territory” big-time, to avoid staying stuck where I am. How disturbing, and how silly of me!

I sat with Ron’s words and the complex feelings they evoked until more clarity emerged.…

Goodbye Icarus, hello Ikaria!

By |2024-02-09T13:45:46-08:00Dec. 10, 2012|

“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 it. Maybe it does.

Every now and then—once in five or ten years—I get such a huge hit from something that happens to me I know I’ve got to act on it. Sometimes I realize right away what I’m supposed to do and sometimes I haven’t a clue. But the electric current shooting through the heart and soul of me leaves no doubt that the wake-up call ball has landed in my court. It happened big-time when I met Ilana Rubenfeld and it happened even bigger-time when I first laid eyes on Bapuji.…

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

By |2024-02-09T13:36:52-08:00Nov. 28, 2012|

I woke up much too early this morning to find myself grieving two related losses: the long-ago, lingering connection with my former spiritual home and, with it, the death of a dream I’ve apparently harbored—that I might some day, somehow, feel I could be actively part of it again.

In my last post, I asked what Bapuji would do if he’d been completely ignored as I was. I decided he’d have dealt with it by letting go and letting God. I suggested he’d have expeditiously and gracefully returned himself to the more essential, less worldly business of self-realization.…

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

By |2024-02-09T13:46:37-08:00Nov. 6, 2012|

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 now, even to me, in light of the suffering unleashed by the Super Storm, not to mention the exigencies of the election. And before that, your comments were balm for my wounds. Still, I am moved to continue my strange saga, eager as I am to get to the bottom of it…

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

By |2024-02-09T14:29:01-08:00Oct. 22, 2012|

“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 building for years and is coming to a gut-wrenching head.…

Falling Into Fall. Ouch!

By |2024-02-09T14:34:19-08:00Sep. 24, 2012|

Oh, the irony! What did I do the day after I decided it was time to start up this blog again? With a post that began “I’ve realized I need to slow down and put aside everything that isn’t in the interest of my peace” no less? I flew headlong down a bunch of steep steps and landed SPLAT on my face. Peace Smeace. Seems I wasn’t getting my own message.

As a Facebook friend smartly asked about my face-defacing fall: “Was it a slow down or a watch where you are going message?” Both, I knew at once. While I am not a big believer in “signs,” the fall stopped me dead in my tracks all right.…

Am I awake and making my difference? Maybe.

By |2024-02-09T14:39:24-08:00Jul. 31, 2012|

It’s time to wake up, fall in love with ourselves and make the difference we’re born and dying to make. If my book Bare Naked at the Reality Dance had a subtitle, that would be it. I also often say this: If I can do it, so by God can you. The implication is that I’m awake and self-loving enough to be doing what I’m here to do, and that if we hang together, you might gain ground in those departments too. Maybe so and maybe it’s time to take a look at what’s behind what I say.…

Seeing the light again, thanks to you

By |2024-02-09T14:42:52-08:00Jul. 16, 2012|

Time flies when we’re having fun, and sometimes when we aren’t. So here goes another post. And hey, after my share of dark days (inside and out), you might be glad to hear that sun and fun are coming around again, and—if I may stay with the clichés—a spot of light beckons from the end of the tunnel. What’s changed? Why do I wake up recent mornings with a budding sense of joy instead of the dread that’s been my wont of late? Do such sudden turnabouts happen to you?…

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