The Importance of Imagination

November 8th, 2026

“When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall”

– from the song “Kodachrome” by Paul Simon

“Tamarack Waldorf School strives to spark curiosity and creativity in every child through hands-on, art- and nature-based education for a diverse community of students in the heart of Milwaukee.”

– the mission statement from Tamarack Waldorf School

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”

– Albert Einstein

Our grandson, Asher, is in kindergarten at Tamarack Waldorf School. Waldorf education is a niche teaching philosophy/system. Very few parents know about it, and even fewer are willing to put their children into that pedagogical environment. Admittedly, Waldorf is not for everybody. Our three kids all went to Waldorf schools when they were young, a quarter century ago. None of them have forgiven us for sending them there. I think they all got something out of the experience, but they haven’t quite figured out what that might be. Waldorf is not like most other schools, whether they be public or private. My wife and I tried a number of different ways to educate our kids, and that included homeschooling for a few years. The kids all wound in public high school after spending some years in Waldorf. That was a function of the total lack of any Waldorf high schools closer than Chicago. If there had been a Waldorf high school in the Milwaukee area, they would have gone there.

So, how is Waldorf different from other educational systems? I don’t even know where to start. I guess it is best to begin by looking at the school’s goals. You probably read the Tamarack mission statement that posted earlier in this essay. Focus on the words “curiosity” and “creativity”. The faculty at Tamarack really and truly tries to encourage those two attributes. The teachers want to students to want to learn. They attempt to draw unique strengths and abilities out of each child. They do this with art, music, storytelling, and other activities that require imagination. Imagination is fundamental to the curriculum.

Do other schools do that? Maybe, but not nearly as much. At many other schools the primary goal is for the students to do well on standardized tests. The students are encouraged to compete against their peers, even in kindergarten. I believe that most schools are designed to satisfy the needs of corporate America. They often produce worker bees, but not individuals who can think for themselves. Our children are now adults who think independently. They look at the world from a different angle than most other people. They may not always make wise decisions, but they make them on their own.

Waldorf education has a spiritual underpinning. Waldorf schools are not religious schools, but it assumed that there is more than just the material world. There is more to life than working to acquire consumer goods. Nature matters. Humans of every color, culture, and creed matter. Being a compassionate person matters.

A teacher at a Waldorf school may not excel at everything. They are mere mortals like the rest of us. However, they care about their students and that concern shows in their work every day. Many years ago, when our daughter graduated from Tamarack, her long-time main teacher told the people attending the graduation ceremony a story. The teacher explained how she meditated on each of her students every night before going to bed. She added that, sometimes, a child from her class would appear to her in her dreams and tell her what they needed. I found that level of commitment to be amazing.

Now, it’s Asher’s turn to go to Tamarack. He is doing well in kindergarten thus far. He sings songs in the car that he learned in class. He draws and paints at home. He is constantly nagging my wife and me to tell him stories, and he actively participates in creating the narratives. He is slowly learning to read and do math on his own, without any pressure from us, and I think he is doing these things simply because he wants to. He wants to learn.

That’s a win.

Lucky

January 30th, 2026

“Are you going anywhere to this morning?”

That was a leading question. I was taking Asher up to his kindergarten classroom when Miss Martha asked me about my plans. I looked at her and replied,

“Uh, no.”

She smiled and told me, “The all-school assembly is at 8:30. I know you didn’t RSVP for it, but you are welcome to come anyway.”

I had totally forgotten about the assembly. The truth is that I had nothing going on that morning. I wasn’t going to drive all the way home. It was pointless to make the trip if I had to pick up Asher again in 4 1/2 hours. I usually like to go for long walks along Lake Michigan while Asher is in school, but it was too damn cold outside to do that. My tentative plan was to plant myself in a local cafe, write letters, start reading a book, and try to make a mug of black coffee last all morning. The prospect of staying at the school for the assembly actually sounded pretty good.

The school had hired a professional drummer to perform at the assembly. The guy was called “Lucky” Diop. The man’s actual name was Ndongo Bahoum Diop, so I can understand why he might have preferred to go by “Lucky”. He was from Ziguinchor, apparently the richest cultural city in Senegal. How and why, he came to reside in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, is beyond me, but he was at the Tamarack Waldorf school for a show. It was a good one.

He performed in the school’s auditorium. It’s a modest gathering place way up on the third floor of the building. The room has tall windows on the north and south sides of the school. The hall has hardwood floors and a stage on the east end. The auditorium serves multiple purposes, so there are no fixed seats in it. Visitors and older kids got to use folding chairs. Most of the younger students sat on the floor near the stage.

Lucky really didn’t do much drumming during his hour-long presentation. Mostly, he schmoozed the crowd, and he was good at that. He could definitely read his audience. He had several students and a teacher up on stage with him to aid with the music. A couple of them drummed. One played the maracas. One banged on a cowbell. You can never have enough cowbell.

Lucky told the audience of students, teachers, and community members that he was going to play African songs that promoted love, joy, peace, and unity. That’s exactly what he did. He got a couple kids to help him sing the lyrics to the songs. The words were all in a west African language, but that really didn’t matter. The singers on stage belted out the lyrics and the crowd answered them back. Just about everybody got caught up in the rhythm and the chanting. The place rocked.

Later in the show, Lucky convinced people to participate in a dance competition. He had members of each class get up and boogie. He started with the kindergarteners and ending with the eighth graders. Then the teachers danced in front of the stage. Some of them had surprisingly good moves. The kids loved watching them go at it.

Lucky ended the performance to the sound of cheers and applause. He really did bring us some love, joy, peace, and unity.

God knows we need more of that.