The Lyrids Return. So Does Something Older.
The Lyrids are one of the oldest meteor showers on record. Chinese astronomers documented them in 687 BC. They return every April, reliable as breath.
This year, the sky is louder. Artemis points us back to the moon. We point at the same light our ancestors worshipped. The distance between ancient and now collapses.
Peak nights land April 21–22. No telescope needed. Just darkness and patience.
That is the practice.
Take your mat outside. Lie back. Let the earth hold you. Savasana under open sky hits differently when something is falling through the atmosphere above you. The body knows. You are small. That holds.
The moon drops to a waning crescent — dim enough to see the streaks. The trail comes from Comet Thatcher. We cross it each year. The comet itself won't return until 2276.
What burns above you is old.
Dust, turned light.
Yoga has always known this. Impermanence isn't a concept. It's a meteor.
Go outside. Breathe. Look up.
Something is happening.
Don't miss it.