She Heals Noojimo Noojimo'iwe

12/03/2025

Some seasons strip us bare. Others bloom us open. Same tree, different season. Everything is temporary, and every cycle carries its own medicine.



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12/02/2025

Life brings the hard things, and life also carries them away. In between, we learn who we really are.

Meet today with courage, softness, and faith that no matter what comes, you’ll make it through.





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12/01/2025

Noojimo’iwewin The Foundation For Indigenous Healing

In our ways, the trees have always been more than trees. They are Elders. Teachers. Knowledge Holders. Sanctuaries.

When we place our hands upon their bark, when we quiet the noise of the world and listen with our spirit, we’re connecting with an ancient library of wisdom.

At Noojimo’iwewin, we honor these ways of knowing. We remember that healing comes through relationship with the natural world where every being, from the tallest pine to the smallest seed, carries wisdom meant to guide us home.

May we all learn once again how to listen deeply. The Earth has been speaking since the beginning🌀

11/29/2025

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11/24/2025

At 12, her boyfriend led her into the woods.
A dozen boys were waiting.
She told no one for years—then she wrote it down and changed how we talk about survival.
Roxane Gay had a happy childhood in Omaha, Nebraska. Her Haitian immigrant parents doted on her. They bought her a typewriter when they discovered she liked inventing stories. She was shy, awkward, and found solace in books. She was close with her two younger brothers.
She was twelve years old when her boyfriend asked her to meet him in the woods.
"There was an incident," Roxane would later say in her TED Talk, choosing those careful words. "I call it an incident so I can carry the burden of what happened."
Her boyfriend had brought friends. A dozen of them. They took turns.
"Some boys broke me," she said, "when I was so young, I did not know what boys can do to break a girl. They treated me like I was nothing."
She came home a completely different person. But she didn't tell anyone—not her loving parents, not her brothers, not a single adult who might have helped.
Instead, she started eating.
"I knew exactly what I was doing," Roxane would later write. "I just thought, 'I am going to start to eat and I am going to get fat and I am going to be able to protect myself because boys don't like fat girls.'"
She gained weight rapidly, deliberately building what she would later call her "fortress"—armor made of flesh to keep the world at a distance. Her bewildered parents watched their daughter transform before their eyes and couldn't understand why.
When she came home from Phillips Exeter Academy—one of the most prestigious boarding schools in America—for vacation, her parents would restrict her diet. She'd lose weight. The moment someone complimented her figure, she'd pile it back on.
At Yale University, where she'd enrolled in pre-med, the carefully constructed facade finally cracked. At 19, Roxane ran away with a man she met online—someone 25 years older. It was a relief, she said, to stop pretending to be the well-adjusted daughter everyone expected.
It took her parents a year to find her.
She returned to Nebraska, dropped out of Yale, and had to rebuild from scratch. She earned her master's degree, then her PhD. She became a professor. She started writing—not just stories, but erotica under pseudonyms, essays, criticism, anything that let her process what she couldn't speak aloud.
In 2012, nearly two decades after the attack, Roxane finally wrote about it.
She published "What We Hunger For" on The Rumpus, a literary website. The essay was raw, unflinching, and devastating. It didn't just describe what happened in those woods—it mapped the aftermath, the decades of living inside a body she'd weaponized against intimacy and vulnerability.
The response was immediate. Women wrote to her by the hundreds, the thousands. They recognized themselves in her words—the silence, the shame, the elaborate strategies for survival that looked like self-destruction.
Two years later, in 2014, Roxane published "Bad Feminist"—a collection of essays that would make her a cultural icon.
The title itself was an act of defiance. She called herself a "bad feminist" because she loved things that contradicted feminist principles—certain rap lyrics, pink, romance novels. She argued that feminism needed to make room for human imperfection, that demanding flawless adherence to doctrine was exclusionary and counterproductive.
"I would rather be a bad feminist than no feminist at all," she wrote.
The book became a New York Times bestseller. Suddenly, Roxane Gay was everywhere—writing opinion columns for The New York Times, The Guardian, Salon. Teaching at universities. Editing literary journals. Speaking at conferences.
And the labels started.
When she wrote about race, she was called divisive. When she wrote about feminism, she was called too demanding. When she wrote about her weight, she was called unhealthy, a bad role model, someone promoting obesity.
When she challenged the publishing industry's lack of diversity, she was labeled difficult.
Roxane noticed a pattern: "A woman who demands equality is labeled difficult, emotional, or crazy. That tells you exactly who benefits from her silence."
She'd spent two decades in silence after her assault. She knew intimately what silence protected—and it wasn't her.
So she kept writing.
In 2014, she published her debut novel "An Untamed State," about a woman kidnapped in Haiti and subjected to weeks of sexual violence. The protagonist's journey through trauma and toward survival mirrored Roxane's own.
In 2017, she published "Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body."
The book was divided into two sections: "The Before" and "The After." The dividing line was that day in the woods when she was twelve. Everything in her life—her relationship with food, her body, her sexuality, her sense of safety—flowed from that moment.
"I was scared of tackling the history of my body," she admitted. But she did it anyway, describing in exacting detail what it's like to live in a body the world judges, fears, and dismisses. A body she'd built as protection that became its own prison.
Critics called it "ferociously honest," "arresting and candid," "intimate and vulnerable." It became another New York Times bestseller.
In 2018, she edited "Not That Bad: Dispatches from R**e Culture"—an anthology featuring essays from 30 writers about their experiences with sexual violence. The title itself was subversive, capturing how survivors minimize their own trauma to make others comfortable.
That same year, she collaborated with Tracy Lynne Oliver to become the first Black woman to write for Marvel Comics, working on "Black Panther: World of Wakanda."
She launched Gay Magazine in 2019. She started podcasts, wrote graphic novels, published more essay collections. Her work earned the Lambda Literary Award, the PEN Center USA Freedom to Write Award, and countless other honors.
But with every achievement came more labels.
When she spoke about systemic racism, she was called radical. When she wrote about police reform and prison abolition, she was called dangerous. When she demanded better from institutions, she was called ungrateful.
"Call a woman difficult and you question her competence," Roxane wrote. "Call her emotional and you dismiss her logic. Call her crazy and you erase her entirely. Each word is designed to push her back into silence."
She understood these weren't random insults. They were tools—precision instruments for maintaining power structures.
But she also understood something else: "If her silence benefits someone, then her voice threatens someone."
Roxane Gay refused to be silent anymore.
She wrote about Haiti, her parents' homeland, pushing back against narratives that reduced it to poverty and violence. She wrote about the immigrant experience, about identity, about pop culture and politics and everything in between.
She mentored an entire generation of writers—people like Saeed Jones and Ashley Ford, who said "an entire generation of writers will likely have Roxane to thank."
In 2021, she launched "The Audacity," a newsletter and book club featuring work by underrepresented authors.
Today, Roxane Gay is one of the most influential cultural critics in America. Her essays shape national conversations. Her books are taught in universities. Her voice—the one those boys tried to silence in the woods when she was twelve—reaches millions.
She never claims to be healed. "I am as healed as I'm ever going to be at this point," she writes honestly.
But she proved something profound about survival: that speaking your truth, even decades later, can shatter the silence that protects abusers and stifles change.
The girl who built a fortress out of her body became the woman who built a career out of her voice.
And every time someone calls her difficult, emotional, or too much—she knows she's telling a truth someone hoped she would never say.

11/24/2025

11/21/2025

Your soul already knows the way.




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11/20/2025

Sometimes the heaviest things we hold onto are the very things that pull us under.

When we choose to loosen the grip, use courage in letting go, and trust the rise, we can find our breath again.




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11/19/2025

When we choose excitement, we meet the unknown with possibility instead of fear. Fear disempowers. Excitement empowers💪🏽




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11/17/2025

Noojimo’iwewin The Foundation For Indigenous Healing

In our teachings, healing is woven into the land itself. Pine needle tea has been used by our ancestors as a gentle medicine. A source of strength, clarity, and renewal. When we brew these gifts of the forest, we’re not just sipping tea…we’re reconnecting to a relationship with the land. One that reminds us we are provided for, cared for and never separate from creation🌀

11/14/2025

We’re all somewhere on this list, shifting, learning, healing, and choosing the path to the person we want to be.




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