The initial reaction to reading this autobiographical
travelogue is that this is just that, a travel journal, but
as I read further into the chapter by chapter account from
Joey and then Simon, I thought about Robert Frost’s,
poem, “Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one
less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
Simon is from Bruges, Belgium, and Joey is
from Denver, Colorado. Two worlds apart and yet historically
and spiritually engendered, they set out on an exploratory
expedition into their own spiritual path to Pachamama, or
creating their own realities.
As you delve into this journey, you become
intertwined in the story as both authors tell their version
of their own daily experience through their meeting in South
America. As the story unfolds, it becomes more than just a
mere journal. The spiritual involvement into the lessons of
the universe come to the forefront, and Simon explains the
scientific and spiritual revelations of time and space known
today through previous experimental and scientific researchers.
It is extremely enlightening even if you have learned it before.
He sheds a new and interesting perspective on this reflective
information.
In the end, both travelers find a new enlightened
way to embrace life and offer the reader a living Spiritual
Constitution for welcoming all the gratitude and blessings
life has to offer, even in the small nuances we take for granted
everyday.
This was truly a journey for the senses that
I thoroughly delighted in following. I am a believer now and
find myself thinking, saying, and shouting “Pachamama”
for the simple joy I find in it and the smile it brings to
my face. It’s likened to the moment in time when two
friends are talking in a group and say something that no one
else gets, that private joke, but this time the joke’s
on you if you don’t read the book. I recommend you take
this journey, too, maybe not to South America, but at the
very least, by reading Simon and Joey’s Paths to Pachamama.