A self portrait of sorts…Feral Neurons. I’ve been fascinated by how Autistic folks don’t weed their neurons like NTs do. My nervous system is just a big unruly garden.
Laura Heilman
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Hi, I’m Laura. This is a space for my art and poetry as well as photography. I look for the beauty of life in this world of suffering and chaos.
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Walk for Peace, Digital painting, 2026, Laura Heilman
It was late November when I saw a video of the monks walking through Louisiana. Like many others, I burst into tears just from seeing them walking on the road. I didn’t know anything about what they were doing, but my heart did.
I followed them in spirit. I listened. I began to practice.
My heart opened and now I walk with them everyday.
To Venerable Bhikkhu Pannakara I say, I will not leave you. We are as family.
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There are places we can never go again,
Sounds that are lost to the wind.
I shed my skin and leave behind another version of me,
Someone who once knew how a horse smells on a summer day,
just before the rain.
Vulture Maiden, original mixed media digital painting, Laura Heilman
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Terror is a dark thing that lies in wait,
Pressed down tight under the velocity of hope.
I sing, I sing, I sing.
Laura Heilman 