Just walking on top of the quicksand and the ocean, just another day at the beach right?
I learned I was able to walk on top of water back around the year of 2006 when in Tyler Texas after finding a small concrete with stained glass church in a hidden grove comparatively, to what church I grew up going to in Tenant New Jersey. There was an upside down bathtub with claw feet sticking kind of out of the water, which one entire foot and only half of the other foot of the shorter distance had been sticking out of the darker colored water, and I found a stick to assist me to turn the clawfoot bathtub over to see what was underneath the bathtub. Though I succeeded in doing so, there had been nothing which came out from being underneath the bathtub that I was told about by any of the local officials. I had gotten in trouble as my then soon-to-be the second and final time of separation before his death a little over a year after that where I had not seen him nor spoke with him in two days and there were many miles between; both literally and figuratively, in so many ways. While in Tyler Texas and just before going to get four different smaller tattoos from one of the local tattoo shops, I had told the male tattoo artist about what I had found and I had done. My now-dead-ex-husband made fun of me to the artist though unlike when in San Antonio Texas, as the statement he made was "What would anyone from a small town remember you (meaning me) for? No one will care what was said, as there is no worry about seeing them again."