How I Found Luxury at a Public OUTHOUSE

abundanceI ended up in Haiti not by choice but by circumstance. This trip will be my second time here. It’s been two years since the earthquake, and there are signs of both upheaval and new assemblies of resilience and infrastructure.

 

It is the best and worst I’ve seen it. The new president has made so many positive changes, yet some areas are experiencing a new level of poverty as a residual effect of the earthquake.

 

Before my arrival, I promised myself I would be open minded and welcome to unfamiliar ways of experiencing life. Despite what came my way I would maintain a positive outlook.

 

Well, at least I tried, but being unexpectedly thrown into distressing situations away from daily pacifiers can indeed lead to a crisis.

 

I slept on linoleum with only a thin blanket preventing my limbs from being suctioned to the floor while the sound of gunshots lulled me to sleep.

 

Not because there weren’t beds or nice hotel rooms available but the person who planned this trip chose to omit common luxuries with the belief that it would bring one closer to God.

 

We visited numerous areas, so every day was different. On one particular day, my shower consisted of a partially closed off section of the village yard where “warmed” 50° F water was brought out in large containers. After the shock of the cold water had passed, I watched a mud puddle form around my feet.

 

I got food poisoning, bad. It came out BOTH ends. I got the best cleansing of my life because there was nothing left in my intestines, yet somehow the purging continued until I was weak and I surrendered.

 

I found out I would unexpectedly have to stay in Haiti close to an additional week. I completely forgot all promises I made to myself at that point.

 

I didn’t care for being rained in or having to walk through a mud pit just to get to the temporary living quarters after bathing or using the bathroom. I didn’t care for my linoleum-lined “bed” or the polar baths.

 

I wanted my comfort zone garnished with the pacifiers I have come to count on.

 

In the past, I’ve walked into public restrooms and turned right back around after seeing the condition they were in and yet here I was, in a public OUTHOUSE nonetheless.

 

Clearly, nature is no respecter of uncomfortable circumstances because its call led me to the dreaded outhouse in a remote part of Haiti. I managed to avoid them my last trip on what I now realize was a lavish vacation compared to this trip.

 

My sister’s eyes still glaze over as she details her experience in an unlit outhouse after getting sick from the ice in her dinner beverage. We all got sick, and yet I clenched my way through many a road bumps, hotel stairs, and our keycard not working just to ensure I never had my own outhouse saga to tell.

 

Regardless, this was an upgrade compared to the one she was forced to use. It didn’t smell as bad as you would expect; I’ve walked out of funkier public service restrooms, but still…

 

That’s when it happened, right there on the throne. I just wanted to cry, and as I lifted my head in a “why me” gesture, I saw the most beautiful night sky I’ve ever seen thanks to the outhouse stalls being roofless and the nonexistent light pollution in remote parts of Haiti. Had it been another one of those rainy days I’ve experienced since being here, this would’ve been a very different story.

 

The view was as crisp as your first look through new prescription lens and better than HD. The shade of blue was vibrant and gorgeous, and palm trees stretched to touch the brilliant stars that beckoned them. I was so blown away by the view; it didn’t matter that I was in an outhouse, or that I got food poisoning, nothing mattered.

 

I was enmeshed in the moment; I felt so rich in that moment. I felt blessed. I really did feel closer to God.

 

So while this trip was meant to be a minimalist trip, I got a complimentary detox, access to all the red clay I wanted, an extended vacation, and a spectacular life altering view.

 

Other highlights included an abundance of delicious pesticide-free fruit, both familiar and unfamiliar, and meeting beautiful people of varying shades of delicious brown.

 

I shared laughter with rambunctious kiddos with puppy eyes, sweet as ever with potty mouths that would make Gordon Ramsey blush. And last but not least, Haiti has a stunning and diverse landscape with immense picturesque mountains as a backdrop.

 

Abundance and richness is a feeling we all have the ability to connect to in every moment and every circumstance. Humor is often a good way to shift your perspective when the circumstances have a hold on you. Once you laugh you know and remember, all is and will be, well.

 

Connecting to God or your higher power happens when you disconnect from the noise and surrender to the ALL.

 

 

 

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