Wasn’t that a Wonder? Finding Faith Part 2
So I’ve been working on the Amnesty International Feminist Wikipedia Takeover, and I ended up editing the page on Faith Nolan, an experience I wrote about in Finding Faith Part 1. As I started the post, I was assailed by a memory, vestigial yet so powerful. I felt compelled to write about it. It’s a little poetic for me –perhaps because I’ve been imbibing the stream of consciousness of Mike McCormack and the epiphanic prose of Adam Gopnik. I was going to keep it to myself, but today’s DailyPost prompt was “wonder” and it was just to synchronistic to ignore, so…
I remember going to see Faith Nolan….
It must have been the early 90s and Em was a pre-schooler. We’d just moved back to Toronto, and I’d just started grad school at York.
I went with some friends from school.
Em was supposed to come with us, but she was sick, so she stayed home with her dad. Being there without her felt disorienting, surreal even,
but at the same time,
I had this sense of wonder:
that we could go to a concert
but in the afternoon
and the music was beautiful
but you could also hear the lyrics
and they were about stories
that we cared about
and my friends and I sat and talked about the stories
And I thought
what a wonderful world this is
where I can do these things
and every once in a while, I get this feeling again
and I think:
“Thank you, Faith Nolan — it is indeed a wonderful world”