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I'm Zachary Rethorn.I believe I'm made to cultivate flourishing in people and systems, journeying toward the enchanted heart of things.This calling takes a diversity of forms - as a physical therapist, an academic researcher, an applied behavioral scientist, a neighborhood organizer, a photographer, and a writer.Read more about this project's mission statement.

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Isle of Skye

Somewhere along the Scottish coast, an emerald island lies;
The weather's always changing, from heavy cloud to fair,
And even when it's raining, it's always lovely there.

Tuscan Sunrise

The sun rises early in the Val D'Orcia, but those who brave the early morning are rewarded with the wonder of ever changing colors and interplays of light and shadow.

Hallstatt

Hallstatt is an enchanted lake town bullied onto the steep slopes of the Salzkammergut Mountains in the middle of Austria where swans rule and the world seems to carry on much as it has for the last 4000 years.

Berner Oberland

The Lauterbrunnental is a deep, U-shaped cleft in the Alps ringed by 3000 foot high precipices and 72 mighty waterfalls. Just above the valley is the white-capped rooftop of the Jungfrau and dramatic panoramas that feel just this side of heaven.

Paris

The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
But the rain-drops still are clinging
And falling one by one -
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time has begun.- Sara Teasdale

Merrie Olde England

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England

Netherlands

My ancestors from recorded time onward farmed the land in Fryslân, a northern province in the Netherlands. I had the opportunity to come "home" to the Netherlands in 2015 and discover part of myself that had lain dormant.

Keukenhof

Keukenhof (lit. kitchen garden) is a distinctly Dutch 80 acre flower garden - one with approximately 7 million flower bulbs - primarily tuilip, but also hyacinth, daffodil, lily, carnation, and iris - that bloom for eight weeks from mid-March to mid-May.