It is with heavy hearts that we share with you that Suzanne passed away Thursday, May 30, 2024 near her home in Marin County, California.

Suzanne died peacefully, with grace, and on her terms. Her children were holding her hands, her requested music (Sri Atma Gita) was playing, her room was filled with flowers and photos, and birds were chirping outside her window, which presented a beautiful view of the San Francisco Bay and hills. She had entertained many visitors from family and friends in the days prior.

Suzanne’s death came after a months-long struggle with Parkinsonism and associated Multiple Systems Atrophy, culminating in repeated hospital stays and difficulty in eating and speaking.

She requested a posthumous post, for which we selected some of her poetry, written over the last couple decades, to share with you. Her voice shines through, strong as ever, and may it stay with you even as her presence is gone.

POEMS FOR OUR HUNGRY TIMES

By Suzanne Grenager

You Might As Well Dance

There is no need to sit still, fast,
Or keep silence.
You might as well dance, feast,
And sing.

Sooner or later, God
Will find you anyway.

If you are looking for an austere God,
Then go ahead and practice austerity.
But if you want joy,
Be joyful.

Eat, drink and be merry
Sounds about right to me.

Words

Words crowd my head
Like gulls to bread on the beach.

I love my words,
Seeking voice through pen to page.

But there is so much
I know to say, and
So little time.

How, pray tell,
Can I possibly
Be 69?

Love Reigns

Let me kiss your holy human feet,
As you would kiss mine
If I’d let you.

What on earth else
Is there for us to do?

Love rains,
Love reigns.

Inside. Outside.
it’s everywhere you look.

Look!

Wake Up

Winter Light

I open my eyes.

The morning sun is almost too bright to bear.
White winter light lays bare the world,
Cuts me to the quick.

But it is too late
To shut my eyes, my heart.

There is no respite now
From the piercing glare,
The fierce, plaintive wail
Of a life awakened. Wake up early.

WAKE UP

Wake up early.
Open the blinds.
Put a log on the dying fire.

Fan the flames
Any way you can.

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8 Comments

  1. Donna Fleetwood June 5, 2024 at 5:44 am - Reply

    Indeed, Suzanne had a gift. Just beautiful!

  2. Jody Myers June 5, 2024 at 6:13 am - Reply

    Beautiful life. Beautiful poetry. Suzanne was and is blessed. May she travel to the beautiful place where her Trond is waiting. Blessings Suzanne Love Jody/Rashmika

  3. Shirley Estill June 5, 2024 at 6:26 am - Reply

    Dear Teg and Nora,

    I grieve with you in your loss. Suzanne and I reconnected a couple of years ago and corresponded sporadically. She had a profound influence on me. I believe we both wrote openly and honestly to each other. I am grateful to have met her.

    Shirley Estill

  4. Jim Dreaver June 5, 2024 at 1:41 pm - Reply

    Dear Teg and Nora,

    My heartfelt condolences at your loss. I knew Suzanne for almost 30 years, ever since we met at a Conscious Living Expo in San Francisco. We maintained a robust email conversation in the years since, about enlightenment – of course!

    I will miss her!

  5. MARY PINTO June 5, 2024 at 3:18 pm - Reply

    Blessèd Suzanne. I loved her dearly. She loved me back. I miss her so much, but if I concentrate hard enough I can feel her amazing presence. So glad we had that time together a month or so ago. 💗

  6. Kathryn Lavanture Wylde June 5, 2024 at 3:34 pm - Reply

    Beautiful spirit, beautiful poetry. I will never forget the year I spent living at the farm for a year while it was for sale and she was navigating the terrible and difficult passing of Trond. I was surrounded by their life as it was left, like they were coming back any minute…even her toiletries were still on the bathroom counter. I will miss her. I am so sorry for the loss of both your parents in what seems like a such a short time.

  7. Sarah Halley June 5, 2024 at 4:33 pm - Reply

    It is a gift to read these poems. She shines through them and I imagine her spirit soaring free.

  8. Karen Hostetter June 5, 2024 at 9:32 pm - Reply

    I met both Suzanne and Trond through traditional folk music that we all enjoyed. I am grateful that we crossed paths all those years’ ago. And what a pleasant surprise when she sent a new blog with her characteristic poetry and prose to allow us to see the world more joyfully.

    To her family, please know that love doesn’t die. She will be with you always. I picture her with that beautiful smile to warm your hearts from time to time. Just pause a moment and enjoy it. God bless, Karen Hostetter

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