pilgrimage to see butterflies

I enjoyed the following passage in the novel Malinche by Laura Esquivel. The scene involves Malinche as a girl of four taking a pilgrimage with her grandmother. They are going to the site where the monarch butterflies gather following their migration from the north. Malinche and her grandmother must walk for days from their home to see the butterflies. My apologies for the quality of (my) translation from the Spanish.

Malinche asks her grandmother why they must walk so much to see the butterflies.
Your job is to walk, responded the grandmother. An immobile body is limited to itself, a body in motion expands itself, it becomes part of everything, but one must learn to walk lightly, without heavy loads. Walking fills us with energy and transforms us to that we can see the secret of things. Walking changes us into butterflies that raise up and see the truth of the world. This is what life is. This is what our body is. It is the eternity of consciousness. It is understanding of all things. This is God in us, but if you like, you can stay seated and turn into a rock.