“The Midwife of Now is born first in the quiet—where truth returns through remembering, rupture, and the slow gathering of self.” You may not call yourself a Midwife of Now.Not yet.But I see you. I see the way you keep the candle lit,even when the winds rise.I see the way you’ve learned to standin the fire without burning—how you know in your marrowthat the flames are not here to destroy you,but to show you who you are. You carry a knowing older than your name.You’ve walked through thresholds alone,and still, you leave the door openfor the next one finding her…