Knitting has never been my thing. Too uneven in my stitches, dropped ones here and there that have to be caste on again. I admire those who can move evenly along. Courage is kind of like knitting your way through a ball of yarn. You drop, fall or fail and get up again.
Bushwhacking is hiking through an area where no path exists forgoing the well-worn trail. We might trip over hidden tree roots, move through invisible poison ivy or step on hidden snakes. The cost of short cutting might not reveal itself until later.
I have discovered that something is awakened through failure, tragedy, and disappointment. It is a place of learning and potential creativity. In such moments you can get lost in despair or denial, or you can recognize the failure and run toward the hope of something new.