Money Loves to Move: Lessons from My Grandmother

I was raised by a rich grandmother, and from early childhood I was aware of it. Not in the sense of flashy wealth, but in the sense of security and abundance. That awareness changed my entire perspective on money.

Unlike many children who grow up hearing that “money is scarce” or that “money is the root of all evil,” my grandmother exposed me to money as a friend, as a tool, and as something that flows. She didn’t shield me from the responsibility of managing it either.

As a teenager, I was encouraged to start small businesses. My grandmother would loan me money but she always made sure I paid it back. Those lessons planted deep roots: discipline, respect for value exchange, and confidence that I could create and multiply resources.

From her, I learned truths I still carry today:

I know I will always have.

I know money loves me.

I know money is attracted to me.

I know God blesses the work of my hands.

I know lack is temporary.

All my foundational money lessons were taught as a child, and they have shaped my life. I don’t fear having money, and I don’t fear spending it. I know it will always come back, often in multiples, because money loves to move.

Her legacy wasn’t just wealth it was a mindset of abundance. And that has been my greatest inheritance.

Dee🤑💰💵

🌿 Three Questions for a Beautiful Life 🌿

I came across something powerful from Travis Eliot. He speaks about three simple but life-changing questions we can ask ourselves every day. These questions shift how we see the world, how we use our energy, and ultimately, how we live.

✨ 1. Do I focus on what I can control, or what I cannot control?

So much of our stress comes from holding on to things outside our power other people’s choices, the past, the future, or circumstances we can’t change. True freedom comes when we release what’s beyond us and pour our time and energy only into what we can influence.

✨ 2. Do I focus on what I have, or on what’s missing?

When we dwell on lack, we live in scarcity. But when we shift our focus to what we already have our relationships, our health, our small wins, even the simple gift of breath we step into gratitude. Gratitude creates an inner abundance that no external thing can take away.

✨ 3. Is my mind in the past, in the future, or in the present?

The past often weighs us down with regret. The future can stir up anxiety. But the present moment that’s where peace lives. Every breath, every heartbeat, every small joy is available now. The more we return to the present, the more life opens up.

Together, these three practices gratitude, peace, and presence are not just ideas. They are keys. Keys to living fully. Keys to living beautifully.

Dee🧘🏽‍♀️

Dear Mum, I Get It Now!

All you said I’d understand when I grow up  I get it now.

I used to think you worried too much, talked too much, prayed too loud, and loved too hard.

Now I see it was never too much. It was the exact amount needed to hold a family together.

I get it now 

Why you stayed up till everyone else was asleep…

Why you saved the last piece of meat and said you weren’t hungry…

Why your hugs were sometimes tight like they were holding in a storm…

Why your silence was sometimes louder than your words.

I remember the way your eyes scanned the room like a radar 

Always knowing who was off balance, who needed a word, who needed food.

You were a doctor without a degree,

A chef with no recipe book,

A therapist with no couch,

A warrior with no applause.

You gave grace before I even knew what the word meant.

You forgave offenses I didn’t even know I committed.

You bore burdens we never saw 

And still showed up smiling, serving, soothing.

Mum, I used to roll my eyes when you said,

"One day, you’ll understand."

I rolled them hard.

But here I am 

Looking at life from your lens now.

Paying bills.

Juggling emotions.

Holding space for others while holding back tears.

Now I get why your voice cracked when you prayed.

Why you always asked if I had eaten.

Why you were obsessed with my friends, my clothes, my choices.

It was never control.

It was love in its fiercest, most faithful form.

I see your scars now 

The invisible ones.

And I honour them.

I see your sacrifices 

The ones you never named.

And I thank you for them.

This is my grown-up thank you.

The kind that aches and smiles at the same time.

The kind that remembers the weight you carried just to make sure we could soar.

Dear Mum,

I get it now.

And I love you more deeply because of it.

Dee🥰

Just Bear With Me (a morning whisper)

Dear mum, I get it now!

coming soon.....🥰

The Gift of Being Seen

There’s a quiet kind of strength in allowing ourselves to fall apart in safe spaces, with safe people.

Lately, I’ve been learning that I don’t always have to be strong. I don’t always have to have the answers. And what a beautiful relief that is.

I cry with my boys now. We sit in the silence together, tears sometimes saying what words can’t. And we laugh too those full-belly laughs that leave you breathless and free. Both moments are sacred. Both moments are real.

Crying and laughing, like the sun and the moon, take their turns. One is not better than the other. They just are. And when we stop resisting the ebb and flow when we allow the tears to fall and the joy to rise we begin to understand something deeper about ourselves: we are alive. Fully, deeply, gloriously alive.

This is what it means to be human. And in those moments, when we are vulnerable, raw, and seen we are also deeply connected.

Let’s give ourselves permission to feel it all.

Dee✨️