CORY IAN SHAFER LPC 570-332-2093
  • Cory Ian Shafer LPC @ Kingston Counseling
  • Telemedicine Online Counseling
  • Cory Ian Shafer LPC Blog
Writings from the Fire and the Forge

Movies Mirror Life

3/24/2016

 

Our Behaviors and Actions Lead To A Certain Place-Be Conscious Of What You Do

Picture

March 24th, 2016

3/24/2016

 
Picture

Addiction Can Happen To Anyone

3/24/2016

 
Picture

Some Stories Every Child Should Learn

3/23/2016

 

Spaceship Earth

3/22/2016

 
Picture

Question everything

3/22/2016

 
Picture

It Sure Is!!

3/19/2016

 
Picture

Fox and the Prince

3/18/2016

 
According to the fox, it is our relationships that make the world around us significant and meaningful.
Picture
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”

The Little Prince and the Businessman

3/18/2016

 
Picture


The fourth planet belonged to a businessman. This man was so much occupied that he did not even raise his head at the little prince's arrival.
 "Good morning," the little prince said to him. "Your cigarette has gone out."
 "Three and two make five. Five and seven make twelve. Twelve and three make fifteen. Good morning. FIfteen and seven make twenty-two. Twenty-two and six make twenty-eight. I haven't time to light it again. Twenty-six and five make thirty-one. Phew ! Then that makes five-hundred-and-one-million, six-hundred-twenty-two-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one."

 "Five hundred million what?" asked the little prince.
 "Eh? Are you still there? Five-hundred-and-one million-- I can't stop... I have so much to do! I am concerned with matters of consequence. I don't amuse myself with balderdash. Two and five make seven..."


"Five-hundred-and-one million what?" repeated the little prince, who never in his life had let go of a question once he had asked it.
 The businessman raised his head.
 "During the fifty-four years that I have inhabited this planet, I have been disturbed only three times. The first time was twenty-two years ago, when some giddy goose fell from goodness knows where. He made the most frightful noise that resounded all ov er the place, and I made four mistakes in my addition. The second time, eleven years ago, I was disturbed by an attack of rheumatism. I don't get enough exercise. I have no time for loafing. The third time-- well, this is it! I was saying, then, five -hundred-and-one millions--"
 "Millions of what?"
 The businessman suddenly realized that there was no hope of being left in peace until he answered this question.
 "Millions of those little objects," he said, "which one sometimes sees in the sky."
 "Flies?"
 "Oh, no. Little glittering objects."
 "Bees?"
 "Oh, no. Little golden objects that set lazy men to idle dreaming. As for me, I am concerned with matters of consequence. There is no time for idle dreaming in my life."
 "Ah! You mean the stars?"
 "Yes, that's it. The stars."
 "And what do you do with five-hundred millions of stars?"
 "Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one. I am concerned with matters of consequence: I am accurate."
 "And what do you do with these stars?"
 "What do I do with them?"
 "Yes."
 "Nothing. I own them."
 "You own the stars?"
 "Yes."
 "But I have already seen a king who--"
 "Kings do not own, they reign over. It is a very different matter."
 "And what good does it do you to own the stars?"
 "It does me the good of making me rich."
 "And what good does it do you to be rich?"
 "It makes it possible for me to buy more stars, if any are ever discovered."
 "This man," the little prince said to himself, "reasons a little like my poor tippler..."
 Nevertheless, he still had some more questions.
 "How is it possible for one to own the stars?"
 "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly.
 "I don't know. To nobody."
 "Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it."
 "Is that all that is necessary?"
 "Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
 "Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"
 "I administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount them. It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence."
 The little prince was still not satisfied.
 "If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven..."
 "No. But I can put them in the bank."
 "Whatever does that mean?"
 "That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key."
 "And that is all?"
 "That is enough," said the businessman.
 "It is entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But it is of no great consequence."
 On matters of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very different from those of the grown-ups.
 "I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some use to my volcanoes , and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars..."
 The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prince went away.
 "The grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary," he said simply, talking to himself as he continued on his journey.

The Drum Is Quite Possibly The First Sound We Hear

3/13/2016

 
Picture

Drum therapy is an ancient approach that uses rhythm to promote healing and self-expression. From the shamans of Mongolia to the Minianka healers of West Africa, therapeutic rhythm techniques have been used for thousands of years to create and maintain physical, mental, and spiritual health.

Write A 250 Word Story About This Picture

3/12/2016

 
Picture
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________


Start the day off right

3/10/2016

 
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many a mile, mile, mile.

Picture

Steal That Fire Back

3/10/2016

 
Picture

Compassion Hurts

3/8/2016

 
Picture
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”

Look At That Smile!!!!!!!!!!!

3/1/2016

 
Picture
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's surprise, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake the dirt off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, the donkey continued to shake the dirt off and take another step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake the dirt off and take a step UP.


    Author

    Cory Ian Shafer
    Psychotherapist 
    Call
    570-332-2093
    For an appointment

    Office location in Kingston, PA



    Archives

    February 2020
    January 2020
    March 2019
    January 2019
    June 2018
    August 2017
    November 2016
    September 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Psychotherapy and Counseling for Northeast PA

  • Cory Ian Shafer LPC @ Kingston Counseling
  • Telemedicine Online Counseling
  • Cory Ian Shafer LPC Blog