Hi! Welcome to my table, to my writing home. I’m Sarah Fusté, a woman who desires to live whole-heartedly, and to fill up the next half of my life well.
I like to notice the Extraordinary in the ordinary. I believe that life is infused with Love, and when I write about it, I begin to see it: the God-presence around us, in our lives, in the daily duties, in the outdoors, in my children.
I love food, I love fresh air, I love running, I love my hubby. I am a 7 on the Enneagram, or the Enthusiast, which means I will use the term “I love” much more than most. As such, I tend to lean towards gluttony, which you wouldn’t notice by my appearance, but you couldn’t avoid once you saw me:
- cart home oodles of books from the library (more than I could ever read in three weeks), or
- stuff way more activity into one week than any reasonable person could manage (resulting in five baskets of clean laundry piled two-high at the foot of my bed), or
- start homeschool with my girl for two weeks with gusto and then let it languish for the next four before scraping myself off the floor and remembering that I can just take a tiny bite, instead of shoving five hundred Montessori mom blogs down my gullet and ending up in a glazed-eye heap of overindulgence…you get the picture.
A few details: I’m a Canadian and Finnish citizen (the latter thanks to my mama). I speak French in the home to my kids. I’m very much settled into the summer of my life—my mid-thirties. I have a daughter, 4, and a son, 1. I’m a Seventh-day Adventist Christian, and yes, a life-long vegetarian. I live in Southwest Michigan, near sandy white beaches and happy orchards of cherries and peaches. Summer here is pretty gorgeous.
I stay at home with my kids, cook a lot, write a bit, run with some great girls, and enjoy wild romance with my Romeo-hubby. Okay, so the romance is not very wild at this stage in our lives, but we do enjoy a date night when we aren’t falling asleep over our milkshakes. And we’re best friends, which makes living together a bit more fun.
Anyhow, enough for now. I have a 4-year-old sitting on my lap asking if she can watch Mister Roger’s Neighborhood instead of Mr. Dress-up, and a 1-year-old calling “Mama, Mama!” from his crib.
I hope you’ll stay a while here at my table and share a cup of good life…