I'm enjoying the yoga class. It feels good to begin to have some confidence that I can maybe count on my body doing what I need it to do, instead of being so blessed careful all the time. Maybe if I can get myself stretched and strong, I won't have to worry about hurting myself so much. I hope so. This is non-drug, non-doctor, and my own responsibility for myself. Sounds like a good plan to me. The teacher watches me carefully, too, as she doesn't want me to get hurt. She knows about the FMS and other problems I have. Tonight I felt able to do a move that I've been afraid to do, and did ok with it! You sit with your arms around your knees and then roll backward and then back up to a sitting position. I only did half of the set, but I did it and it didn't hurt. A small victory, but an important one. I hadn't realized that I was so afraid to move, so detached from my body. It feels good to be re-connecting with this body of mine. I used to dance and be flexible and strong. Maybe I can recapture some of that. This yoga class is good for me. I am very grateful it is available. I keep thinking about that old saying, "when the student is ready, the teacher will appear." Guess I'm ready, as my teacher is here! Peace, Beth.