This morning, one of many ongoing pods, had its closing call. It was themed around Sacred Space, and right as the call ended, I received this note from a first-time pod participant, who is also a Silicon Valley veteran, IBM executive for 20 years, with many technology patents to his name.

"Hi Nipun, I can hardly see the screen, as my eyes are tearing up so much. I have goosebumps. Totally free of words. Please - how may I serve? When is the next Pod that I can serve? [or any other space] Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I wasn't part of the pod, and while we're all curious about what actually happened, :) what I'm always in awe of is how people's cup of gratitude invariably overflows, and how sometimes that flow returns back to the ocean through its most visible root.

Grace is such a stunning organizing principle. Since our start in 1999, it's not just that we haven't fundraised, but we haven't asked to give any talks, pitched a media story, or angled in this direction or another for the sake of short-term security or long-term appearances. Some doubt if this is actually true, :) few are even quick to label it as naive or irresponsible, but such radical trust in emergence is a different kind of drumbeat altogether:

I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
Then he smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

Seeing notes like this one above feels like the Universe smiling back at us. :)