What’s in a Name?

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ~William Shakespeare

A little more than a year-and-a-half ago I wrote a name on a piece of scrap paper. In the throes of a heartache that surprised me, but shouldn’t have, it came to me like an unexpected gift. At first, it sat on my desk glaring at me as if to say, “Here I am, let’s get on with it.” “Get on with what?” I would wonder. Finally I slipped the polka-dotted bit of paper into my leather-bound quote book for safe keeping (and to quiet it down). Lately I’d been pulling it out, fingering it, and trying to figure out a way to see how I could try it on for size. “Maybe a character in a novel I’d like to write someday”, I thought wistfully. “Who are you and why are you here?” I mused.

Then, one of the most remarkable people I think I’ve ever met encouraged me to write more of my own stuff and put it out there; to write a blog. Of course, naturally, why didn’t I think of that…and so dear readers I’d like you to meet my nom de plume:


Although she was an uninvited guest, the name Sahbinah (or Sabine) has intrigued me ever since I saw the movie “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”. Then I discovered this interpretation of the moniker:

In ancient Egyptian “Zah” or “Sah” means sun or “radiating light”. In Ancient Hebrew, Binah means “understanding”. In essence, the name means “radiating the light of understanding” or Enlightenment.

Ever the knowledge junkie I am in hot pursuit of wisdom fueled by a growth mindset.

“The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.”~Nikos Kazantzakis


Pleasanton Ridge, Pleasanton, CA

Wild Violet

During the period of healing my heart, I decided a total transformation of my personal space was required. I painted my room purple. Not any purple mind you, “Shy Violet”, which is not shy at all but sassy and bold (a bit like me). Plus, violets are one of my favorite flowers. Each spring my thinking spot at my favorite hiking destination is blanketed with the sweetest little wild violets.“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”~Mark Twain


Flynn is Lynn with an Irish accent. I was adopted when I was three months old. The first name that was given to me was “Lynn” (which means pretty and also refers to a lake or body of water), but my parents gave me a new first name. Lynn became my middle name. This is a Celtic or Gaelic blending in honor of my Dad’s Irish heritage and his time spent in the Navy’s Underwater Demolition Team (Seals).

“Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.” ~Mel Brooks 

Sahbinah Violet Flynn is the new vessel on which I will sail into this writing adventure. Thank you for joining me.


Please Note: All images and written pieces are the original works of Sahbinah Violet Flynn, unless otherwise noted. Please do not use without permission and link back to me.


Scorching temperatures belie summer’s waning in my spot in the Universe. Lazy days recall fond memories of time seeming to stand still yet fly by with a wink and most of all… Continue reading

Cultivating Peace

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Columbine Trail, Lake Chabot

Most Saturday mornings find me running at the lake near my home. It’s a difficult, 9-mile run with terrain that changes from flat to 30% slopes and back again through scenery that will catch your breath. Parts of the trail are so narrow that a distracted mind is a footfall down steep gorges; you have to mind the three R’s: Roots, Rocks, and Ruts.

And it’s perfect for me…

This is the last run of the week for which the reward is a long tub soak and a day off for yoga on Sunday. It’s here that I cultivate peace; in my mind, my body and my spirit (ok yoga does that too, but not as much as this run). It’s here that I am able to observe the restrictions and obstacles I’ve been facing without fighting or judging and just breathe into it; work to my edge and focus on letting go. In the midst of this challenge I learn to be attentive, patient and focused; this brings me serenity, peace, solace, redemption.

Renewed, I can go out into the world with my perspective reframed, recommitted to my intentions and able to be the charm in other people’s days and an ambassador of peace.

How are you cultivating peace?

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At 3:07pm on a Monday afternoon, while sighing restlessly alongside other anxious Target customers, I quit Christmas.

I realized I had ruined Christmas. Straight messed it up. Mangled it. Done it a disservice. Boxed it, botched it, in a way I never thought possible. And so there, with my hands full of snowman-decrepit cards that prove to be the only thing left when you shop the week before and a slew of sweaters I never actually needed, I placed my basket on the floor and I walked out of the store. I quit Christmas on the spot.

This is the point in the post where I apologize profusely to Target store employees for being "that" girl and overdramatizing my quitting of Christmas to the point of leaving stale merchandise in the middle of the floor for y'all to pick up. I am sorry. Very sorry. It was necessary for the…

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Simple Acts of Kindness in honor of Newton, CT…are you in? You just never know how your kind gesture will positively enrich and transform someone’s life. In the words of Ghandi, we have to be the change we want to see.

GYA today

Inspired To Act: #26Acts Of Kindness To Honor Those Lost In Newtown, Conn.

By Ann Curry, NBC News


Newtown’s heartbreak has a lot of us asking, “What can I do?” Thinking about this, I took to Twitter and asked people to imagine what would happen if all of us committed to 20 acts of kindness to honor each child lost in Newtown. I added, “I’m in. If you are, RT #20Acts.”

Tens of thousands of people on Twitter and Facebook not only seized the idea, they increased it to #26Acts, to include the heroic teachers, and are launching acts of kindness big and small all over America. The acts are spreading overseas, including one tweeted from Borneo.

Community members of Newtown, Conn., and strangers from around the world, are banding together to offer support during the aftermath of one of the deadliest mass shootings in the U.S. NBC’s Miguel…

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Reach out and help those around you in whatever way you can…

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In times of immense and senseless tragedy we are appalled at what mankind is capable of doing to others. We feel vulnerable, sad, angry, helpless. We can offer our condolences, prayers, and assistance, but we cannot eliminate the pain. This we must all endure.

For the future, however, we can re-commit ourselves to kindness, tolerance, and compassion towards all, so that atrocities which lie ahead of us might hopefully be fewer and less painful. We can take a more active role in looking out for one another, in supporting and helping one another. We can know that regardless of future events, we at least made a genuine effort to foster harmony, wellness, and tranquility in our world.


May the innocent children and the courageous educators of Sandy Hook school who lost their lives on December 14, 2012 rest in peace. May their families, friends, co-workers, fellow students, and the…

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This is a really awesome idea. Whatever your tradition, this winter holiday season give differently ;o)

GYA today

Help start a WONDERFUL new tradition. Tuesday, November 27 is Giving Tuesday. There are so many ways to participate. We each can participate big, little, or in between.

Thank you, and please be a part of the solution by spreading the word.

Feel free to re-blog, re-post, copy and paste, press it, re-tweet, like, pin-it, +1, share it, dig it, stumble it, or use any other method you prefer. The more exposure Giving Tuesday gets, the better our world will be.

Please take a look at their web and browse their pages and blog to learn more.
Just click this link:  GivingTuesday.org
Thank you!



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The Other Woman

My son has a new girl in his life.

Ever since he moved in with his dad full-time and started College, my man-child has been slowly transforming into this better dressed, more well-groomed young man than he had been in his Senior year of high school (really at any time during his high school years; he really seemed not to care one iota).

At first I thought, “Aha! A female influence different from mom is suddenly starting to show up on his radar.” But, as it turns out, it’s a female influence of an utterly different sort. And it is so WONDERFUL!


Everyone, meet Bonnie…


My son found her at the Animal Rescue. Just 4 months old, she had been found wandering around with another puppy that the folks at the shelter named Clyde (as in Bonnie and Clyde). She’s a dachshund mix, they think; all nine pounds of her.

She’s living up to her namesake, as she’s quite the shoe thief. And a toy thief too. His cousin’s dog is living with them (along with his cousin who is attending grad school in the area) and she is fond of taking all his doggie toys and piling them under the dining table (evidently with all of the shoes).

He’s madly in love. So am I.



One of my all time favorite poems…

GYA today

October is national poetry month in Great Britain. Other countries celebrate in different months. Let’s share this one throughout the world with a whimsical poem from an American poet who lost his life in France during World War I.

Join me, please, in celebrating harmony …in poets, people, and countries.



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