Sometime between the dreams of your youth and yesterday, something precious has been lost. And that treasure is your heart, your priceless feminine heart. Every woman was once a little girl. And every little girl holds in her heart her most precious And yet, as the years pass by, the heart of a woman gets pushed aside, wounded, buried. Most women think they have to settle for a life of efficiency and performance, striving to be the women they “ought” to be but feeling they are failing. The effect has not been good on the feminine soul.