Acknowledgement is a strange thing. This summer I found myself at a festival suddenly reliasing how much I valued an indidviduals input into my early youth work. He had guided and supervised my first year of work when I really needed it. Saying thanks to him was very important, and incredably weird, but something far more important happened as the acknowledgement and thanks created a thin place. This weekend I have to give a toast to my sister and husband for their 25th wedding aniversary and part of that will include the acknowledgement and thanks for all they did for me, particularly putting me up when I was homeless as a teenager. I wonder if another thin place will open up or it is something to do with the hearer as well as the speaker.