As a burner, I often try to leave a place nicer than I found it. This could mean picking up a bit of litter at a park, helping a host wash the party dishes before I leave (yes, that’s happened!), or putting tampons in a basket.
Putting tampons in a basket?
The office that hosts my day job kindly provides tampons in the ladies’ room. But for the longest time, these generous gifts sat piled in a cardboard box on what was otherwise a pretty nice sink (automatic soap dispensers, large mirror, etc). Day after day I’d see the ugly box, and think about how much nicer it would be if the tampons were in a cute little basket. Then I’d walk out of the restroom, and completely forget about it. Eventually I wrote myself a note, and brought from home a basket. I’m kind of proud of it, and if I leave the company for some reason in the future, I hope that the basket continues to be appreciated by others.
Dance is like the tampon basket. We dancers leave places nicer than we’d found them by creating new energy amongst ourselves, to be distributed toward our audience, our musicians, our world. I know that many of the individuals who make up this awesome community in Cincinnati do this. What’s your tampon basket?
Happily spreading nice things with joy and a little bit of sarcasm for color,