Anna Bigland-Pritchard shares a song, and the experience that informs it
Iwrote this song as a method of processing what I was learning and hearing in a class I took this summer at the Canadian School of Peacebuilding. The class was about music and reconcilliation, and our professor was Fr. Ivo Markovic, a peace-builder from Bosnia. We heard an aboriginal analogy about a forest fire. There was a hummingbird, who was the only one trying to put out the fire, one drop of water at a time. It was better for the one hummingbird to do something even though the elephants could have put out the fire in one go if they had wanted to. Someone in our class said that he felt like a hummingbird, and that his wings are torched because he’d been trying to put out the fire for so long.
The French section is a reflection of a story told us, about a Muslim woman after the war in Bosnia, who couldn’t look a man in the face anymore when she talked to them. It is also a reference to the problem of a whole generation of kids born during and after the war who were conceived in rape.
After studying the situation in Bosnia, it was important to me to see how and believe in how music is a tool that can help people heal and grow.
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Hummingbird, your wings are torched from dropping water on the fire It keeps blazing while you work and the elephants close their eyes
I want to see I want to breath I want to be the music that heals
Femme avec peur Les yeux qui ne veulent pas lui voir Ton enfant est innocent des choses qu’ont causé la guere
(Scared woman eyes who don’t want to see him your child is innocent of the things that have caused war)
Je veux voir Je veux savoir Nous devons avoir la musique qui guerisse
(I want to see I want to know We need to have the music that heals)
Fear-ing flag-born child of christ how you cover yourself with fear you chase your siblings with guns and forget that Jehovah lives here
I want to share I want to spare I want to dare the music that heals
Butterfly, you lead me round open my eyes to your world you suffered much and suffer still drenching your wings in our hurt
Though we are weak We’ll work for peace We need to seek the music that heals
Words and music by Anna Bigland-Pritchard. The photograph is by Jay Siemens, and is used with permission.