How Alexis Nikole Nelson Pulled Me Back Into My Own Childhood Freedom
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“You Can’t Fake Knowledge”™
There’s a certain magic that happens when you’re elevated—when your mind is loose enough to
drift until it lands on something real. Not real in the everyday sense. Real in that cosmic, “Why
did I just run into THIS right now?” kind of way.
That’s exactly what happened the night I first stumbled across Alexis Nikole Nelson.
I wasn’t looking for anything. I wasn’t researching or trying to learn a lesson. I was just doing
what a lot of us do—floating on the soft edges of a good high, scrolling through social media,
letting the algorithm toss me chaos and comfort.
And then SHE appeared.
This woman stood in a patch of wild greens, talking about plants with a joy that didn’t feel
rehearsed or packaged. She wasn’t selling anything. She wasn’t fitting into an aesthetic. She
wasn’t even talking to the camera as much as she was talking to the plant, letting us overhear the
relationship.
I froze—thumb in mid-scroll.
Who is she?
And why did something inside me sit up like it recognized her?
Her name, I’d learn, is Alexis Nikole Nelson—The Black Forager. A content creator, scientist,
performer, historian, chef, and walking freedom song.
But in that moment, I didn’t know any of that. All I knew was that something in me—the girl in
me, buried under all the grown-woman layers—suddenly woke up.
Because I saw myself.
Not the entrepreneur.
Not the mother.
Not the cannabis advocate.
Not the public figure.
I saw the little Black girl who used to sit outside eating four-leaf clovers like they were a
delicacy, convinced I was tapping into some secret magic the world didn’t have a name for yet.
And I realized… maybe I was.
Maybe we all were.
Maybe Alexis Nikole Nelson is simply the adult version of that girl—someone who never
stopped listening to the wild.
The Freedom of Not Knowing You’re Weird
One of the first quotes I heard from her was simple and bright.“I would say that foraging is
the art slash science of identifying plants, fungi, flowers, aturning them into tasty
little trShe said it like breathing.
Childhood is the last time most girls feel fully free—in their bodies, their curiosity, their
connection to the world. Adults call it “playing outside.” We know it was deeper. A spiritual
apprenticeship. An instinctive education.
When I was little, nobody told me sitting in the grass was therapy.
Nobody said making mud pies was culinary creativity.
Nobody framed plucking leaves and smelling the green inside as science.
We didn’t have those words.
We had vibes.
We had instinct.
We had that quiet sense of “this feels right.”
Grown folks dismissed it as “childish,” but the truth is:
We were practicing freedom.
Alexis never lost that freedom. That’s why she grabbed me instantly.
The Forager’s Glow
Her content isn’t just educational—it’s spiritual.
Resistance wrapped in joy.
She once said:
“You’re never going to change minds yelling at people. So I would much rather
just show people that I’m happy and healthy.”
There’s power in that.
Power in joy as rebellion.
Power in being unafraid, unpolished, and unbothered in nature.
Her joy is disruptive.
Her knowledge is radical.
Her presence is healing.
Then she hit me with another Alexis-ism—funny, scientific, and layered:
“Every year I have to tell people the difference between Queen Anne’s lace,
which is wild carrot, and poison hemlock, which killed Socrates… Don’t be like
Socrate
I laughed, but beneath the joke was a truth:
The world has always punished the curious, the wild, the ones who taste things society says you
shouldn’t.
And yet she continues.
She teaches.
She gathers.
She builds bridges for people who never felt invited into natural spaces.
Growing Up Wild: The Education We Didn’t Know We Had
Every young girl who made a leaf sandwich, mixed dirt with water, or stirred imaginary soups
with sticks was doing more than pretending.
We were decoding the world with our senses.
Learning the chemistry of mud.
The texture of bark.
The structure of roots.
The sweetness of clover nectar.
How the world responded when we touched it.
We were learning without being graded.
Learning without being watched.
Learning without performing.
This is the deeper layer Alexis speaks of:
“Foraging makes me feel I am a part of something bigger… and that feeling is
really good at chasing the depression away.”
She isn’t just teaching plants.
She’s teaching connection, belonging, grounding.
Her joy is medicine.
Her laughter is therapy.
Her curiosity is contagious.
And then came the line that cut to the bone:
“As a Black woman, I just want to yell into the heavens about how accessible this
information should be and how accessible so many of these foods are.”
The truth.
The wound.
The reclamation.
Black girls have always been close to the earth—but weren’t encouraged to claim it.
Alexis reminds us:
The wild is ours, too.
The knowledge is ours.
The freedom is ours.
When Innocence Meets Intellect
What makes her compelling isn’t only the science.
It’s the innocence.
Not childish innocence—pure innocence.
The kind that comes from exploring without fear.
Asking questions without self-consciousness.
Being wild without apology.
Her mind is brilliant.
Her delivery is joyful.
Her purpose is ancient.
Her impact is cultural.
And watching her unlocked something I didn’t expect:
The adult version of me needed permission from the child version of me to be this free.
The Full Circle Moment
Here’s what hit me hardest:
I didn’t know you could make a life out of curiosity.
I didn’t know wonder could become a brand.
I didn’t know you could get a degree in loving the outdoors.
I didn’t know mud pies had career potential.
I didn’t know my childhood instincts weren’t random—they were early signals of purpose.
How many of us abandoned our earliest passions because the world said they didn’t “count”?
Yet here is this woman—joyful, brilliant, and untamed—showing that the wildest parts of
ourselves are often the truest.
For me, discovering Alexis Nikole Nelson wasn’t about plants.
It was about memory.
Freedom.
Identity.
The part of myself I didn’t know was waiting.
Scrolling while high didn’t teach me anything new.
It reconnected me to something ancient:
I was born with curiosity.
I was raised by nature.
And I have always been free.
Alexis simply reminded me what it looks like when a little Black girl never lets the world tame
her.
And that?
That’s the kind of knowledge you can’t fake.
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