Chris embodied the transitional (not contradictory) state: a man's man who wore women's silk, a wild child who held samaya, a piano tuner with a keen intellect. We shared a time of transition in the sangha as well, from creating a new practice center in Newton Corner to living through the illness and death of our teacher. Some saw him seething, others saw a glow. My image of him will always be that noted by Julia Sagebien one day as he sat in the sunlight: You look like a golden Nordic faun. That he was. Chris was always quietly shining in the in-between places. I am grateful to him and like to think he will be comfortable being uncomfortable in whatever bardo he finds himself in.