Leatherwood Lighthouse Pottery & Crafts

Leatherwood Lighthouse Pottery & Crafts Cherokee artisan creating handcrafted pottery, feather fans and feather hair pieces. LLighthousePots.Etsy.com

CHEROKEE NATION TERO CERTIFIED

Inspired by nature, tradition & family roots—each piece a perfectly imperfect treasure carrying spirit.

I try to keep politics out of my pottery.But I can’t ignore this.If an algorithm can learn what makes you angry, afraid,...
09/14/2026

I try to keep politics out of my pottery.

But I can’t ignore this.

If an algorithm can learn what makes you angry, afraid, curious, insecure, hopeful, or impulsive…and then feed it back to you at exactly the right moment…then your attention is not a small thing.

It is the battlefield.

That is one reason pottery matters so much to me.

Clay demands the opposite of scrolling.

You cannot rush centering.
You cannot fake presence at the wheel.
You cannot multitask your way through pulling a wall.
You have to feel the clay, adjust your hands, breathe, slow down, and stay with what is actually in front of you.

Pottery brings me back into my body and out of the noise.

I spent too many years living in fight-or-flight mode to casually hand my nervous system over to a screen. I want to spend more of my life creating than consuming.

That’s what clay gives me.

A lump of earth becomes a mug. A quiet hour becomes something useful. My hands get dirty, my mind gets quieter, and for a little while, nothing is asking me to click, react, compare, or buy.

I don’t want a “soft life” because I’m lazy.

I want one because peace is something I now choose on purpose.

So this is my reminder:

Guard your mind.
Guard your heart.
Guard your attention.
Guard your soul.

And when the world gets too loud, put the phone down.

Touch clay.
Make something real.

Artwork created from my concept and words with help from ChatGPT—which, yes, makes the irony pretty hard to miss.

Leatherwood Lighthouse Pottery & Crafts
Made by the lake in Tennessee.

09/14/2026

People will say, “She changed.”
And they’re right.

I stopped shrinking myself to keep other people comfortable.
I stopped explaining boundaries to people committed to crossing them.
I stopped confusing self-sacrifice with love and survival with strength.

I learned that protecting my peace doesn’t make me selfish.
Walking away doesn’t make me cold.
And choosing myself doesn’t mean I stopped loving other people.

I just finally learned to love myself, too.

So yes… she changed.
She was supposed to.

09/07/2026

Leatherwood Pots is more than pottery. I also create handmade feather fans for ceremony, smudging, decor, and reconnecting with culture, along with high-quality smudging kits made with carefully selected materials.

Handmade by Sarrah
Cherokee Nation TERO Certified Artisan
Shop Etsy: https://llighthousepots.etsy.com

Leatherwood Pots is more than pottery. I also create handmade feather fans for ceremony, smudging, decor, and reconnecti...
09/07/2026

Leatherwood Pots is more than pottery. I also create handmade feather fans for ceremony, smudging, decor, and reconnecting with culture, along with high-quality smudging kits made with carefully selected materials.

Handmade by Sarrah
Cherokee Nation TERO Certified Artisan

Shop Etsy: https://llighthousepots.etsy.com

09/07/2026

Leatherwood Pots is more than pottery.

SHOP NOW: LLighthousepots.etsy.com

I also create handmade feather fans for ceremony, smudging, meaningful home decor, or simply reconnecting with culture and tradition. Each one is made individually with care, natural materials, and its own character—no two are exactly alike.

I also offer high-quality smudging kits made with the same attention to detail, using carefully selected materials rather than mass-produced pieces.

Whether you’re looking for pottery for your home, a feather fan for ceremony or display, or something that helps you feel a little more connected to your roots, everything I make is meant to be used, appreciated, and meaningful.

Handmade by Sarrah
Cherokee Nation TERO Certified Artisan
Leatherwood Pots

09/02/2026

Before COVID, I was doing well as a nurse practitioner. I had built a career I was proud of, I loved what I did, and I believed I knew where my life was going.

Then COVID changed everything.

I became sick and eventually reached a point where I could no longer work. For a while, it felt like I disappeared. I lost pieces of myself, including so much of my memory and the sharpness of the brain I had always depended on. Eventually, I had pretty much given up on the idea that I would ever return to nursing.

Then we finally figured out that I had mast cell activation syndrome and I was put on the proper treatment. My brain cleared. My memory came back. I started feeling like myself again.

And almost immediately, I felt this overwhelming obligation to do something with it.

It was as if getting my brain back came with a debt attached. I felt like I owed society something. I owed God something. I needed to go back to school, go back to nursing, give back, be productive, and prove that I wasn’t a burden. Looking back, it almost felt like some kind of penance—as though being given part of myself back meant I had to earn the right to keep it.

So I pushed myself. I went back to school. I studied, met the deadlines, earned the grades, and did everything I was supposed to do.

And somewhere in all of that, I finally realized something:

I don’t owe anybody anything.

I have spent a huge part of my life caring for other people, raising my children, serving, working, learning, surviving, and giving. I don’t have to justify choosing a peaceful life now. I don’t have to prove my usefulness by exhausting myself.

So I have made the decision to completely close the door on my nursing career.

And surprisingly, once I finally allowed myself to make that decision, I felt relief.

It is my turn to enjoy my life.

My pottery. My eagles. The water. My five beautiful children. And my husband—my rock, the love of my life, and my greatest supporter through all of it.

Pottery brings me joy. I make things because I love creating them, and honestly, I sell my pottery mostly so I can afford to keep making more pottery. 😂 I don’t need it to become some giant empire. I just want to play in the mud, create beautiful things, and enjoy the life I have worked so hard to get back to.

And now that chapter is growing too. Thanks to my dear friend and associate Daniel, my new website is already live and will be fully operational January 1.

To everyone who has supported me through all of these different chapters—the nursing, the illness, the rebuilding, the school, the pottery, and all the twists and turns of this crazy journey through life—thank you.

For so long, I thought getting my life back meant I had to go back to the person I was before I got sick.

Maybe getting my life back actually means I finally get to choose what I want to do with it.

And I choose this. ❤️

Before COVID, I was doing well as a nurse practitioner. I had built a career I was proud of, I loved what I did, and I b...
09/02/2026

Before COVID, I was doing well as a nurse practitioner. I had built a career I was proud of, I loved what I did, and I believed I knew where my life was going.

Then COVID changed everything.

I became sick and eventually reached a point where I could no longer work. For a while, it felt like I disappeared. I lost pieces of myself, including so much of my memory and the sharpness of the brain I had always depended on. Eventually, I had pretty much given up on the idea that I would ever return to nursing.

Then we finally figured out that I had mast cell activation syndrome and I was put on the proper treatment. My brain cleared. My memory came back. I started feeling like myself again.

And almost immediately, I felt this overwhelming obligation to do something with it.

It was as if getting my brain back came with a debt attached. I felt like I owed society something. I owed God something. I needed to go back to school, go back to nursing, give back, be productive, and prove that I wasn’t a burden. Looking back, it almost felt like some kind of penance—as though being given part of myself back meant I had to earn the right to keep it.

So I pushed myself. I went back to school. I studied, met the deadlines, earned the grades, and did everything I was supposed to do.

And somewhere in all of that, I finally realized something:

I don’t owe anybody anything.

I have spent a huge part of my life caring for other people, raising my children, serving, working, learning, surviving, and giving. I don’t have to justify choosing a peaceful life now. I don’t have to prove my usefulness by exhausting myself.

So I have made the decision to completely close the door on my nursing career.

And surprisingly, once I finally allowed myself to make that decision, I felt relief.

It is my turn to enjoy my life.

My pottery. My eagles. The water. My five beautiful children. And my husband—my rock, the love of my life, and my greatest supporter through all of it.

Pottery brings me joy. I make things because I love creating them, and honestly, I sell my pottery mostly so I can afford to keep making more pottery. 😂 I don’t need it to become some giant empire. I just want to play in the mud, create beautiful things, and enjoy the life I have worked so hard to get back to.

And now that chapter is growing too. Thanks to my dear friend and associate Daniel, my new website is already live and will be fully operational January 1.

To everyone who has supported me through all of these different chapters—the nursing, the illness, the rebuilding, the school, the pottery, and all the twists and turns of this crazy journey through life—thank you.

For so long, I thought getting my life back meant I had to go back to the person I was before I got sick.

Maybe getting my life back actually means I finally get to choose what I want to do with it.

And I choose this. ❤️

08/28/2026

A Potter’s Worst Nightmare 😭🏺

Not the kiln exploding.
Not a cracked mug.
Not even a glaze disaster.

THIS. 🩸😭

Because apparently my hand decided pottery season was cancelled before it even started. 😂

PottersOfTikTok PotteryStudio ArtistProblems

08/27/2026

Dolly was wise, kind, and had a way of saying the simplest things that somehow meant everything. ❤️

“If you spend all your time worrying about the bees, you’ll never get to taste the honey.”

And damn… isn’t that the truth?

We can spend so much of our lives worrying about what might hurt us, what might go wrong, what people might think, or what we might lose that we forget to actually live the life sitting right in front of us.

I think I’m finally ready to taste the honey. 🍯❤️ ❤️

08/27/2026

My new RECLAIM BEAST is finally finished! 😂❤️

My dear friend David built this monster of a reclaim table for me, and Bryan and I just finished pouring/plastering the top.

It’s about 2 feet wide × 9 feet long — basically an entire runway for reclaiming clay. 😂 It has a warming system underneath to help speed up drying, plus a lid that closes over the whole thing when it’s not in use to keep it clean and protected.

There is something extra special about having equipment in my pottery studio that was actually built by people I love instead of bought from a store.

Now I just have to impatiently wait for all this plaster to cure so I can USE IT. 😂

Back to pottery I go. ❤️🏺

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