Dear readers,

At the beginning of March, I decided I would ignore the groundhog’s prediction of a prolonged winter and bask in every ray of sunlight the clouds would decide to offer me. I decided that my winter hibernation ended March 1st and I was ready to take on the world. But, instead of zooming around like a busy bee, I found myself slowing down in the streets, leaving my headphones behind, and delighting in spring’s sweet, teasing kiss.

In taking my time, I think I may be trying to hold on to my last few weeks not only at Dawson, but also in The Plant. The community that built me from a shy 17-year-old girl into the confident (soon-to-be) 19-year-old woman I am today.

In slowing down, I am hoping a part of me will linger around the walls of our office. I am hoping that my perfume will cling to the pictures of our beautiful and united team for just a few more days after I am gone, just like the inspiring souls I have the honour of evolving next to have each carved out a precious spot in my heart. I thank Jackie, my co-editor-in-chief and my inspiration, for showing me kindness, patience, and unwavering support.

I tell myself I won’t cry when it’s time to say goodbye. What a horrible liar I am.
Still, I could not be more grateful to have friends, team members, and experiences worth shedding a few tears. So, when the time comes, I will stop and just feel.

I invite you, readers, to do the same. Take this issue on a trip across the city. Choose a park, library, restaurant, bar, and settle down to read it. Spend a few extra minutes on the Visual Arts section and on the Creative Writing one. Spend a few extra minutes getting to know yourself and your thoughts as you take in the team’s writing.

Stop and feel.
Thank you for choosing The Plant! You’re a superstar for that!

Love,

Minola Grent
Editor-in-Chief