Tequila and Tea

With Intention and Heart

There comes a time when love is no longer about butterflies and borrowed hoodies.
It’s not about drama, dopamine, or decoding mixed messages.
It’s about truth. Clarity. Resonance.

It’s about conscious love—the kind of love that doesn’t knock you off your center, but meets you in it.

When you’ve done the inner work—grieved, healed, released, remembered—you begin to realize you don’t want just anyconnection. You want aligned partnership. Mutual reverence. A love that’s alive with both fire and steadiness.

But here’s the secret no one really tells you:
You don’t find that kind of love.
You call it in.
Deliberately. Devotionally. With intention and heart.

This is not about chasing, swiping endlessly, or “manifesting” a soulmate with a vision board and a candle.
It’s about becoming the vibration of what you desire.
It’s about creating space—emotionally, physically, spiritually—for a love that mirrors your evolution, not your wounds.

To call in conscious love means…

• You stop entertaining what’s not aligned, even if it’s familiar.
• You stop twisting yourself into someone else’s maybe.
• You get deeply, radically honest about your needs, your patterns, and your boundaries.
• You clear the space inside your heart where old entanglements still whisper.
• You write the damn letter to the man you’re ready to meet—and you mean every word.

And most of all?

You love yourself the way you want to be loved.
Out loud. Unapologetically.
With grace, with fire, with presence.

Because when he arrives—the man who’s done his work, who’s present in his body, who meets you in reverence—you won’t be caught off guard.
You’ll recognize him by the way your system exhales.
By the way your soul says, finally.

Until then?
You stay in your sacred rhythm.
You pour your love into your own becoming.
And you trust that the universe isn’t cruel—it’s precise.
And that the love you’re calling in is already on its way.
Heart open. Feet steady. Hands free to hold only what’s real.