Years ago, when we first started investing our lives and passion into natural skin care, we were often referred to as ‘on the cutting edge’. Homemade crafters sold at fairs and we discovered Vermont. Venturing south to shows in Manchester, vending in huge carnival tents nestled on verdant farm lands, was a ‘circus’ made in heaven. The crowds came and they loved us.   For 2 years we relished the attention and were developing a good clientele. We had not yet ventured elsewhere in Canada. One Friday, in summer 2002, on our way to a weekend show, the joy shifted.  The border became a barricade.  …

Ian Coffin in an artist living in Windsor, Ontario. He sculpts in soapstone and wood and is mostly self taught. He has been sculpting for 15 years. To make his uniquely designed soap dishes, Ian hand cuts blocks of food grade Brazilian soapstone. The dishes are then shaped using a variety of carvers’ rasps and are wet sanded to a smooth finish. This is where the magic begins as the distinctive grain in the stone is finally revealed. Each soap dish is then coated with beeswax and hand-buffed for a soft, warm sheen. We at Earth to Body are thrilled to have found the perfect soap dish to accent…

I am traveling down the Nicoya Peninsula of Costa Rica with my family and am running out of supplies. We are attempting the impossible; moving to paradise. Apparently the third world costs a fortune. We have been discovering the increasing tourist prices and the decaying Canadian dollar to USD. Transplanting your family on a limited budget is a challenge, especially when you are accustomed to living a certain lifestyle. Living amongst the ants, mosquitos and occasional tarantula has required acclimatizing, but running low on essentials is barbaric! My Earth to Body travel package is running…

After my weekly Yin/Meditation class, I went to hug Carly, my guru mentor. Her peaceful energy and wise nature somehow heals my soul, even if just a little. She asked how I was doing, I suppose she sensed trepidation in my eyes. As I was telling her about my best friend who was sick in the hospital and how petrified I was, I giggled. It felt both natural and strange, for this was no laughing matter. I asked her, “Why would I laugh instead of cry?” Crying has never a problem for me. She told me this was a sign of an imbalance in my heart. Interesting, I thought. My anxieties were bubbling up…

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Every summer, in our GMC Savannah, pulling our RV ‘tag a-long’, we cruise the inside lane of the 401, from the East to the West.  A cross-country trek to deliver our own natural skin care products.  Market to market with our soaps, oils, salts, creams and lotions. We do work hard.  We enjoy the adventure. We love the venues and meeting people from all over our country.  We know we live in one of the best countries in the world and we are proud to tour it every year. John, my husband, drives.  I navigate.  An efficient combo.   I devour the maps, man the phone. I knit, I nap, I wink at the…

I'd like to share a heartwarming story about a young mother and practicing naturopath.  Lise was desperate to find help for her six-month-old baby, Luke, suffering terribly with eczema, a most difficult skin condition to treat. Lise had tried everything. She was seeking an alternative to the prescribed steroid creams. Lise had heard about ‘Earth To Body’ by word of mouth.  We do not advertise nor make any claims about eczema on our products.  As a natural skin care cosmetic company, there are rules and regulations governing what we can and cannot say. We understand. Our products are pure and…

Time and time again, I hear ‘success’ testimonials from my customers. This next story is particularly heartfelt. Once again, ‘One of a Kind Christmas Show’. Toronto. My favorite show of the year. Non-stop! A young man walks in, a good looking guy, but seeming quite distraught. He selects one of the literature explanations we offer. I walk over to say hi. With no dilly-dallying, he asks, “Can you help me?”. He holds up his palms. His hands are covered in warts. Not just one or two, I’m saying 30 at least. I gasp, “My goodness! You poor thing.” He sighs, “I’m an artist. I can’t work. I can’t…