Monthly Archives: March 2015

Hermit Lyfe Confessions

BLISS

Joseph Campbell – philosopher and scholar – coined the ever-popular phrase: follow your bliss. I’m sure you’ve seen this before, in the form of an inspirational poster – written in a cute, girly sprawl, and blooming with whimsically painted flowers. Campbell said, “Wherever you are—if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.” So wise, and if you want to take the time to meditate on this belief, then I’m sure your life will become all the more meaningful. But here at Rêve Head, I’d rather take an abstruse concept and dumb it down a bit. My bliss involves Netflix and take-out. What about you? Continue reading

Friendz 4eva XoXo

GIRLTRIBEZ

As the ‘fairer sex’, we’re told to stick together. Keep your wing women close and your frenemies even closer. Since kindergarten we make friends, play nice, and achieve BFFAEAEAE status. Most of the time these friendships are cupcakes, sprinkles, and shared trips to the lavatory, but sometimes, as it was so insightfully depicted in the movie Mean Girls, these ‘friendships’ can seem more like a lesson in navigating the hierarchy of the wild. Either you’re banding together as a tribe to stand as one, or you’re sworn frenemies. As the old saying goes “it ain’t easy being a girl”, but being a part of a kick a$$ girl tribe certainly helps! Which famous tribe would you want to be a member of??

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In Anticipation of the Thaw

SPRING THANGS 2

Asphalt, people. Bare and beautiful asphalt. I have been encountering more and more spots of bare asphalt in the city – and let me tell you – I’ve never been more pleased to see such a glorious sight as this grey bitumen. While the dust from the heaps of salt used this winter has only just begun to settle, there’s a new hint of hope in the air. Hope that soon all the remaining traces of winter will disappear and the sun will shine again. In anticipation of the thaw, I thought I’d share some of my favourite *spring thangs* that I can’t wait to bust out. Continue reading