I would love it if folks who worked in service started to use this. Like, if you asked for an extra spoon at a restaurant, the server could say “In happy time.” And the good thing about it would be that they could mean it sarcastically without it sounding so necessarily – so it could stand for a kind of cushion of time. It could SOUND like “right away, sir” but could MEAN “just as soon as I get around to it and it might be a while.”

Because happy time is likely to mean different things to different parties.

The journey of “fitness” from a quality of being suitable, to the ideal physicality of the body is very interesting to me.

“Fitness” as we use it today first came in to play in the 30s and you know, I’m a little uncomfortable about that timing. Fitness as an ideal physicality is a little close to the Nazi ideals of supermen and perfection – genetic superiority and such.

The word once meant something akin to appropriateness and the fact that we shifted that idea to bodies is a little disturbing. In the ever striving for “physical fitness,” so many strive for an unattainable ideal instead of, just, like, being able to do stuff.

Fitness conjures images of women with no fat on their bodies in pastel leotards and shiny tights.

My training in Feldenkrais leads me toward words that have more possibility. Instead of physical fitness – I’m interested in physical readiness – physical potentiality. The more stuff you can do, the more potential for movement you have, the more choice.

It’s not: Can you join the army of genetically identical warriors? But – Can you learn to do a somersault with a child if you want? That’s readiness. The readiness is all.

Once upon a time, I could not fathom what it might be like to be a king, catered to on every point. I did not know what pleasure might mean for a king. To want things and have them delivered seemed so far out of my perceived experience. My cultural conditioning taught me to give pleasure, not receive it. Then, I would have said my only desire was to please others.

But now I know that that’s because I had not learned to recognize my own desires. It took purposeful attending to myself to learn my actual desires. Now I think I could even articulate some. I could call out orders like a king.

But even so – every so often I catch myself still catering to the kings instead of being one.

Yesty is interesting. It would seem to be connected to Yeasty – which I suppose calls to mind a self-expanding substance that pushes itself into any empty space. But Yesty has a big YES in it as in a Yes Man saying yes no matter what is presented to him, which also rather neatly represents Osric. He is both Yeasty and Yesty. Yessy?

I wasn’t clear what the bubbles were doing in this line at first – but then I thought some more about yeast and realized that when yeast is at work, it does create bubbles. Rising dough is full of bubbles. That’s why you knead dough, to bring it all back down to earth by bursting the bubbles.