15/01/2026
Meet Yogi 🤍
Mashal’s big brother—not by blood, but by love.
Yogi came to us from the mountains of Turrialba, from a large Andalusian Spanish horse ranch where foals are born into nature and grow up running freely across the hills with their mothers. He was just a year and a half old when he arrived, a tall, big bay with long legs and the sweetest, kindest disposition I had ever met… and still have, to this day.
Yogi is kind to all horses and all humans. He does not fight, he walks away. He seeks harmony, not chaos. Balance, not dominance. Fairness in all beings and all situations. He truly lives his name, Yogi, which carries the essence of yoga—union.
From the very beginning, his training unfolded entirely at liberty, no halter, no bit, no saddle. Always with ease. Always with gentleness. Never once did he buck, spook, bolt, or resist. Instead, he chose connection deeply and naturally with us and with those around him.
He was playful with Mashal, tender with the sensitive Pai, respectful of Nahar and Shiloh, and calm and trusting with all humans. He loves positive-reinforcement training and will gently remind me when we haven’t done it in a while. He enjoys learning, playing, and doing things together.
While his nobility, kindness, and gentleness are his greatest gifts, he also carries one of the most extraordinary extended trots I have ever experienced, like floating on a cloud in slow motion.
And then there is the sea.
Yogi loves to swim, drinking the salt water as he glides, circling again and again, gentle waves rolling over his back, blue sky above. With or without a rider, swimming in the ocean and rolling in the sand remain some of his greatest joys.
Yogi is my friend. My partner.
There is deep trust and respect between us, and I believe it is mutual. He is a living example of what true partnership looks like. where nothing is taken, and everything is shared.
Yogi is wise.
Yogi is gentle.
Yogi is divine.